1847
6.20
20.i.25
let a little sky beside
all this puff
and bluster lights
nights and
rolls the mill around
it’s power
where there’s smoke
we choke
and why?
we’re sold a
pup
better take
your pet cloud for a ride
it’s coming
apart, hang on
or why?
all this blue
will do
here’s
between of trees
rhyme breeze
the dark
shows far
a bright fast
car
then let’s
begin
with bird
bespoke
a whirr and a
whim
and thrup,
thurrup
let a little
sky in
it takes a
window up
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