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Thousands gathering
clutching bib numbers and phones;
Lycra migration.
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by Scooj
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Thousands gathering
clutching bib numbers and phones;
Lycra migration.
.
by Scooj
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Unbelievable
amount of hair wrapped round the
vacuum cleaner brush.
.
by Scooj
Azure blue heaven
fills my heart with hope, lately
in such short supply.
by Scooj
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It’s been eighteen months
since last I kicked a football;
now my aches have aches.
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by Scooj
Truly beautiful
music to close your eyes to;
map of Canada.
by Scooj
Ana Moura cover version.
Stubborn, obstinate,
uncompromising, severe,
arrogant old fool.
by Scooj
Imagination
playing tricks; I’ll not be found.
I am a twig, me.
by Scooj
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Here I sit calmly
behind vines and artichokes
shielded from the world
.
by Scooj
Accidentally
discarded and forgotten;
found by a kind heart.
by Scooj
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Motionless horses
stand, heads bowed, in urban fields
fringing the city.
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by Scooj