The Bee-Keeper
Quality, Quality
No added salt
The fire crackles; outside the trees strain against the night
Mr Bleaney slept here
I'm sure there's nothing going on
A big three-wheeler motor-bike
Asparagus? Nah, Chaffinch
Sometimes I stop and walk backwards for a while
I am trying to be smaller
Uniformed, uninformed, cerebral cortex hardly-formed
This little piggy
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