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Dressed in all her colours
Dreams smoke like no other
In a whistled pricked collar whispers my name.
Autumn dances slowly trusting her pedal-spoke lines
Flaunting troubles after, tumbles into time.
Broken breeze night flares tangled knots and dew
Course hair horse care trampled pass over to you true.
With spindle-penny night toffs with Lady Chanson Lane
They spend this night too easy
Flashback. Retract. Refrain.
 
 
 
© 2007 andrew plummer
 
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