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Wind blowsWood cracksFence breaksFalls.
Help neededDeacons comeWork sharedFriends.Hole dugGround cursedBrow sweatsAches.New postMan madeConcrete coldSets.
Fence upTea drunkSoil turnedEnds.
Classic blog. You're raising the blog standard.
I don't know whether to be humbled, or smile ruefully at your sense irony.
No irony really. I just liked the poem and the fact that in the blogosphere a new fence becomes an event we can all share in. If you'd sent me an e-mail saying 'I'm having a new fence put up' ....
Classic blog. You're raising the blog standard.
ReplyDeleteI don't know whether to be humbled, or smile ruefully at your sense irony.
ReplyDeleteNo irony really. I just liked the poem and the fact that in the blogosphere a new fence becomes an event we can all share in. If you'd sent me an e-mail saying 'I'm having a new fence put up' ....
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