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March
Two months of getting nowhere fast
Of being mired in mud;
In need of respite
In need of hope
Of being mired in mud;
In need of respite
In need of hope
Then,
In the furthest corner of my right eye
In the furthest corner of my right eye
Out on the flank
I see something gleaming;
A glimpse of something bold
With a whisper of promise
And a whiff of sweat and steel
I see something gleaming;
A glimpse of something bold
With a whisper of promise
And a whiff of sweat and steel
March is striding in
Bringing a fresh strong arm
A sharper blade
A stronger shield
Bringing a fresh strong arm
A sharper blade
A stronger shield
And with his ...
Monday 29th February 2016 7:13 pm
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