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South southeast, veering wet,
poor, Whigfield tufted sheep
craw chewed, styled to taste
last year's chic. Yellow green
sods, wind blown, too big boots,
head swollen, thistled through.
Crow puddled islands, apple
beaked, nasal juice, laps up
the scaled legs. Trips unwary
sea grey, oven ready, mitten
warm, gamboling lamb, good.
Friday 14th March 2014 7:24 pm
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