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Feb 2020
Buzzards sail above my head

The coldest star in the west

Black buds swell on the Ash

Mist gathers the river

Fieldfare row through the air

Oblate moon climbs in the East

Owl folds over the hedge
Written by
GreenMan  41/M/Lincolnshire
(41/M/Lincolnshire)   
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