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None to be had
For the scrambling sad.

Gobble

Foster an attitude

Of gristle and teeth.

Given a heartbeat

To listen and weep.

Count the hours

In search of retreat.

There are no exits

Found amid the heath.

Moss and Slate

Ebullience in relief,

Today or tomorrow,

Next year a thief.

Gather your sorrow,

Use a blanket and sheath,

Allow the leper to borrow.

Parallel and Point

What do you want?

I want to buy.

Give me your money.

You ask a lot.

I’m only trying to help.

Leave me alone.

You are most strange.

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A cloud drifted lazy and grey.

Caught in its shadow a cart ambled through the hills.

Seated on a plank of hard splintery wood,

The driver mumbled a much loved song.

His horse whickered approval.

Above their position blue radiance shone bright.

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