The wind was a torrent of darkness across the potato fields.
The moon was the only witness, a sliver as cold as steel.
The road was a ribbon of moonlight, tread by a moonlit thief,
Who came a-hunting potatoes –
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An interesting read, but not that interesting Sophia, we could have had this one by installments me thinks, but not often! ADHD sufferer in silence! Potatoes and Irish navies are not my flavour of soul de jour! 9 from just jesting, good poem, Tai