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The Smatterbog
The smatterbog was tepid
Its fluesence slowly heaving
With every gentle billowing
Of the lively tensile surface
a fragrant wind was passed
making stealthy breezes
titillate leaves of dew
That shed their droplet treasures
into the mouths of steaming crocs
as iridescent dragonflies danced
amongst the reeds
along the bogsome banks.
‘Twas then the spotted hoary...
Saturday 1st August 2020 11:56 am
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