Saturday, 17 April 2010

18th April Blogs

All of a dank pugnacious dawn
I was merrily picking sedge

The capercaillie was on the lawn

Having sneaked in through the hedge

The kettle boiled, the fern uncoiled

Astrological zeppelins tipped

Over the cusp and far away

Where the storm from the teacup sipped

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