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Wednesday 12 October 2011

Something called

Something called
Robin fly – little wing -
Not fast enough.
Berries frozen green, Grey
not white – white
not blue -

A cold warm
Heated cold –
Blinded –
Confused air -
No air – just nothing
Blinded remember.

Odd they look
Bare - no skin
No Christ - no mass
Something called winter ‘Wonderland’

No wonder
Just land – just land
Desolate. Blank.
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