It possesses you
depresses you
but you're
Morecambe rock
through and through.
I approach the trough of
Bowland
Northwest lowland.
but
high land and
wooded too
new ideas spring to mind
yet
like the branches
of a tree
I unwind into a
Winter sleep
ideas will keep
they always do.
Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 2:29 PM UTC
It possesses you
depresses you
but you're
Morecambe rock
through and through.
I approach the trough of
Bowland
Northwest lowland.
but
high land and
wooded too
new ideas spring to mind
yet
like the branches
of a tree
I unwind into a
Winter sleep
ideas will keep
they always do.
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