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Tuesday, 11 July 2017

She Wrote A Poem

Lorry ate of sulphurous dust
Ache to see her yawning
In the states the wait is on
They hear borealis fawning

It's light, it's dark
It's skies with silver linings
It's dark, it's light
It's skies with phosphorescent finings

Lorry ate of cumulus musk
Fake to see her calling
In the freight the date is on
They hear the voters polling

It's time, it's place
It's flights with hidden findings
It's place, it's time
It's flights with viva volcanic bindings


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