Sunshine/Black hole poetry foundation
About being alive
Poetry
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Friday, 2 November 2018
Woodland lane
Woodland rain of brown leaves
Coal tits feign and turn with speed
Little gains, little needs
Pirates of the Oak trees
Seeing all amid dropping
Paper brown crowns
From once proud branches
Flitting in and out the hedges
Beside the woodland lane
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