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mainly red,

comes a differing hue

with duck egg blue,

the ironmongers in town

at one seventy nine
pause like in breathing


I hope you don’t mind
and that is how it started
like gradually the markers came
maybe someone someday will
see them
suddenly
no words to describe the mass,

the danger of it all, the hate  that

rises.

the parallel,

power house.

bone house.
dark/ we painted it

all vaguely national

trust
blows ideas into our houses
messages bring connections.


a busy day with folk talking.
things will do for now
until it changes again

slightly
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