DAY
NINETEEN
AS
DAY BITES
Orange
streaks across the
sky
blue city sky
in
broken lines
The
hill tops behind
still
dark and not quite dawn
Putty
cats and China
dolls
on Dartmoor
If
only chalk could talk
without
those hands...
Christian
Mill and will
this
weekend bring a bitter pill
It's
sunshine Daffs and Daisies now
and
at Crownhill as day bites
the
crazy orange streaks
have
turned to white
190418
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