Tag: shrew
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Sour news
Few as me are mooted! Wreathed and wrapped in funeral apt livery, death’s quivering green, For this useless Me’s commutation. Welcome ends, the wending Welkin blemish the moon’s weapons. Delivering to doorsteps doorstop portions of myself Until I’m empty as a DPD van’s back come six PM. Waste the diem. I breathed what repeated GP…
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Little Blind One Of The Grass
Feeling your way along well enough For the circling hawk like a ceiling fan At the roots of things, stoving clod, sleeves Itself into mud, swims bog and mire with ease Wading above waiting hawk wanton gold-feet Blind as lime-drowned Tommy your touch balances Supremely tactile, paw eyes and nose ears, taste of noise Swooping…
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