Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Posted on July 24, 2018
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The dog pant roar Of a hand saw DIY, oh why In this heat They must be mad Have they had Enough of dust And rust And just one more shelf Rollers in hand (not hair) And sleeves to there Or not at all…
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