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Riding with the Ghymly
Astride the tri-humped Ghymly
I rode the Widgeon Flat
and tumbled down its windswept hill
to fan the sweating Billawat
the drying droplets crystal clear
hit the sands of dime and dust
exhuming humid threads of steel
weaving roads of silken rust
and so I travelled sight unseen
the Ghymlys’ tread was mute
and by the shores of Kodlawudg
I saw the rolling ...
Sunday 26th July 2020 5:52 pm
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