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I've been up a forest of gum trees
Got cornered in many a spot
Up the creek is a formality for me
Some of us simply preferred it hot
Often I swam far out of my depth
Within an inch of deep water
At times had my back against the wall
Loved much but never had son or daughter
Trouble is the thing I was made for
Dire straits always seemed too tame
I loved facin...
Monday 15th June 2020 1:45 pm
Hoard
The allotments will never be the same.
Fred was digging a new bed when he
Found it,
Uprooting silver collars, bracelets, armlets
Finger rings too along with
Amber beads not unlike flax seeds.
Mutterings of treasure trove sprout darkly
In the other sheds where his
Neighbours want their share but
Greenhouses grow security guards now while
Worst of all
Parsnips and pe...
Wednesday 13th May 2020 12:18 pm
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