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biscuit tricks
on a
perfect biscuit day
the light as wrenlet
wearing blue
an eyes up afternoon
unprecedented moss
in shed
death of a mouse
bird’s urging out
a fire, its metonymic sticks
one bucket is the rain yet left
the time has come
and if it fails, it fails
pyjama folk
trees pointing
the all at play again
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