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warham fort
warham fort
fresh morning blossom hangs lush over rusted fence
boots upward crunch northward - cooling sea -
a scraggled hedgrow wearing meadow flowers
obscures the ordered furrows of white shooted potato
and you rise rubber treaded
for now your shoulders' grown accustom to the weight
relish bouncing underslung tent
your feet keep time to the piccolo sporks
plastere...
Sunday 5th April 2015 12:11 am
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