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It’s rare to stumble across this:
Land left without a manicure,
Raw nature, standing untended
Or, at least, unchanged for a while,
Allowed to spread its arms and breathe,
To relax, far from the treadmill.
Behind the padlock on the gate,
A run-down, flaking, disused shed
Is masked by brambles, overgrown;
A rusty post clasped half-way up
By suffocating, unscythed grass.
...Saturday 18th February 2023 8:45 am
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