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Limerick [Something Inside…]
It’s said of old walls: they have ears,
Windsor Castle’s been listening for years:
Now the walls, they have mouths,
And they tell awful truths,
Revealing those sleazebags’ worst fears.
Thursday 18th September 2025 11:03 am
Grassland
hinterlands intact,
forests not a hell,
grass not wheat,
soft cold rain fell
heavens doing what
open clear skies do,
pilgrims of sunlight,
days honestly new
no forever anymore,
now the foe is time,
some end's in sight,
verses don't rhyme
tarnished the sward,
ox-skulls bleaching,
toll paid for a blind,
low, over-reaching
truths die...
Monday 3rd May 2021 11:10 am

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