Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Spring Song Comments

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On a cold, grizzled-grey April afternoon, I waited ages for the village bus
Not expecting any magic music, bored stupid, standing gazing at the base
Of the leaning telegraph pole all crazy-angled across the rough road
Whilst muted mumbling jarred around me as traffic harrumphed and roared.
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C Richard Miles
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