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Tuesday, 4 September 2012

Rinse

Back still
With the ripple
Of step down falling water

Restored
To lay over
The endless drone

Of articulated lorries
Whose highway robbery
Is to steal the silence

The quiet
Of lost generations
With ill fitting clothes

And shall we say
Creative
Colour combinations

It is a blue grey
Clear cloudy sky day
It has been, ever since morning


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