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Victoria StreetProgress is wasted here / the high street draped in uniform glass fronts / why shouldn't we play our bugle
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BluebellsWhen I wander among the swathes of Bluebells / I am minded of a nascent variety / creeping in amongst our beloved ones,
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Winters yearningsThe withered gorse / gives a glint of her golden hue / amongst Winters cumular invitation,
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Unwarranted jealouslyI had only offered Madrynne a *** of / Shikokianum and a Herb Robert, / but before long, the calm of the "maiden grass"
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Pride of the MorningIn the morning the mist arises / but some will say it is / yesterday's hubris.
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Street WaysFor those ailing worlds, / Brave leaves blow erstwhile. / Those suffocated trees
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The arrivalOn an Archipelago / far from septic isles, / Deep in silent azure
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Rebecca's shoresWinter's edge flurries - / snowflakes converge, / a carpet of fox scavenged litter
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Battersea BluesHer countenance, / had long given up the ghost / Twilight tried to allay the ravelling .
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The River's WhisperIt was always from the same breath / you were called both ***** and hen. / The cue from on the hoof words jarring.
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