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a biscuit on biscuit day
tractor
neighbouring and fence
the forest
is we are
all this
weather come to
time takes
on
when and
where else?
has its
many pockets
so
everything can be accomplished
the
biscuit in the bones
up, beg
and by the
way
make
matter
risk it
day is
escaping
nothing to
do
a biscuit
you notice
these things
it’s all
my head indoors
in the after
welcome
big yellow
winterbits
creek run
all away
all day
till
rivers of its kind
salt sea
welcome
sun
though shy
above me
all this chatter
dark falls
and one
step on
the stars
gathering lines in August
here’s the
afternoon reflected
we do it with
a pond
bright
conjure
then the
weather’s back
the grey
mine too
day all up
with
endwards
green yet
tree bent
to a tune
a raucous
caucus up
hear the
creek and know
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