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I'm Wallowing In You Now
I've always been a timid sort
Careful to look before I leapt
Rarely dived into the water
Watched the company I kept
Then I met you and blew a fuse
Saw my inhibitions do a runner
I was all over you like a rash
I thought you were a stunner
I'm wallowing in you now
The water's as clear as mud
Never been so wringing wet
Never knew life was so good
You...
Friday 30th October 2020 11:09 am
Mud
dusk in the copse is foggy, and after rain there's
mud, so you watch your step as rubber
boots kick life into the mess.
no rainbow
lights the ploughed churning, or stars sputter at such
perfect mire, it harks instead at
mad trenches, branches
dripping onto brambles sharp as barbed wire.
can worms survive this clay or do
gills get jammed as mouths and rifles did, each
...
Thursday 6th August 2020 1:47 pm
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