Just Put Your Lips Together And Blow

 

You realise how many people hate them
when you grow to love the bagpipes

    count all the feet beating a sharp exit
    when the hour demands a fuller bag.

Then let the officious shrink on rails
as sweet tones unveil hills greener than green

    and find grace notes yet inexplicable
    following your fancy deeply in tune.

◄ Brooklands Lakes

Fever ►

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