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Saturday, August 9, 2014
Idyll: Field Mice Out to Pasture
Just when you think
You’ll never make it through
Another down day,
A crepuscular
Screeching flash of a hoot
Owl lifting you up and away!
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So no more mooning round
If you please, plenty
Of green cheese about
For the likes of you and me.
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