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Friday, 4 July 2014
GARDEN
stretched out on a garden chair beautiful theres flowers beautiful its real i like it nature talks quiet and mostly nods and a million small animals offer no judgement stretch out here in the late PM book on my lap i'm tied in a towel from an Epsom salt bath low sun shows up all the old spiders webs waving and sagging across the 60 year old orange brick of the house i hear her inside and know she'll come to the back step soon smiling and pretty so i sit with the nodding nature and the animals - mostly quiet sipping luke-warm coffee waiting for pretty and a smile
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