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I'm Wallowing In You Now

I've always been a timid sort

Careful to look before I leapt

Rarely dived into the water

Watched the company I kept

 

Then I met you and blew a fuse

Saw my inhibitions do a runner

I was all over you like a rash

I thought you were a stunner

 

I'm wallowing in you now

The water's as clear as mud

Never been so wringing wet

Never knew life was so good

 

You...

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Mud

dusk in the copse is foggy, and after rain there's

mud, so you watch your step as rubber

boots kick life into the mess.

no rainbow

lights the ploughed churning, or stars sputter at such

perfect mire, it harks instead at

mad trenches, branches

dripping onto brambles sharp as barbed wire.

can worms survive this clay or do

gills get jammed as mouths and rifles did, each

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