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do not know everything
only my version
a fraction of the whole
blue sky thinking
here
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
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