a poem or pic a day until I die or dont;
the online home of Ford Dagenham
Wednesday, 1 July 2015
MORE GARDEN
from my lawn chair i watch may blooms tumble-fall like theres a magnet in the ground out here somethings are not a colour at all like the pollution stain of horizon rain - an undercoat smudged down like with a thumb
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