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A Nidderdale ramble
A poem generated from random words over the course of April. See comment below for full details of how I wrote it.
A chilly April morning. Lazy lambs
couch lifeless in the fields like balled up fists
in woolly mitts. I need no diagram
to clarify the Spring: the tousled strips
of trees beside the river view an uproarious
theatre of water, the riot of the weir and lak...
Tuesday 3rd May 2022 3:22 pm
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