A Misty old morning<\/p>\n
a can<\/p>\n
Cambrian \u00a0sleep in<\/p>\n
misty it hung low<\/p>\n
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not much could we seeWe knew it was hiding<\/p>\n
it\u2019s white dreamy substance<\/p>\n
The great cloak of storm land<\/p>\n
someones confiding<\/p>\n
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The melee of stalks flying this way and that way<\/p>\n
heaving their sighs of relief<\/p>\n
to be there<\/p>\n
bird life secreted eyes closed and dreaming
\nrock a bye baby<\/p>\n
your absolute grief<\/p>\n
comes to the fore<\/p>\n
in the flailing wind salad<\/p>\n
i am just very glad To be here<\/p>\n
indoors<\/p>\n
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A Misty old morning a can Cambrian \u00a0sleep in misty it hung low not much could we seeWe knew it was hiding it\u2019s white dreamy substance The great cloak of storm land someones confiding The melee of stalks … Continue reading