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Dec 2020
have scrubbed this twice
knowing the words don’t
come easy this morning

knowing I too slip up
occasionally

slate slides
mud slips
rain falls

seems higher this time

water expands to where i see
the edge

she showed us how to make a drive
with less flood risk

it was kitted out lovely

we live in the country and have gravel
where water runs through nicely
then down the hill

you should have heard the stories told
me before we moved here

now

I have my own tales to tell
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