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hmmm. hmmm?

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Liquid day of soak and quenching for the poor parched ones.

And for we, who pour the soggy-old through the leak and out.

Think of the slide of it – just think – what stuck so in the dry now rinsed off down-river.

Oh and while and under the tin-roof patter turns the crisp dry printed page, slow.  Breathe the bow across string,  rasp the pencil over paper, flicker the chesterfield, the fire-crackle.

What time tastes like.

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Author: keirartworks

Artist, Musician, Writer, Teacher. Mum to an incredible person, friend to many, Incredibles. Gardener. Thinker. Collaborator. K

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