you always left everything in the garden

dripping in your wake.

All bowed,under liquid weight.


While you watered

the whole world slept on.


Beyond suburbia,in far off gardens,

I still sense your spirit,stooping,

pouring cascade after cascade,of silvery droplets

in the late lamplights,of summer evenings,

my soul bowing. 

◄ fool' em-fuck 'em-fleece 'em!

BRRR-exiting! ►


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Rose Casserley

Tue 6th Dec 2016 17:39

hi Jems,P&S and Natasha-ta mucho guys.J.J. will get back to you re your suggestion.

Rose ????

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Patricia and Stefan Wilde

Sat 3rd Dec 2016 10:58

We could do with a lot more people like this eh Rose?


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Jemima Jones

Fri 2nd Dec 2016 20:52

Is this about someone you knew Rose? Can I offer a little suggestion to you,this time please? Re.the fourth and fifth line.'while you tried to quench it/the whole world just slept on.Mind you,it is okay as it,just an idea.An attempt to more solidly imply the more fuller caring nature of the 'caring' person.Thank you.Jemima.

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