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If Foxes Wore Gloves
Gazing at the sunrise, as a new day breaks the dawn,
bleary eyes fixate towards the distant edge of my lawn.
The speckled common foxglove, sturdy, strong and tall,
a spike of colour backdropped by a grey, dry stone wall.
Lost deep in absent minded daydream, I begin to think,
if foxes wore gloves would they be purple, white or pink?
Early birds catch worms for hungr...
Monday 15th June 2020 11:34 am
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