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MEANDERINGS
Find a way to tell the truth realise
Truth will DEFINITELY pull out your eyes
Once upon an old time as the days were put away,
Saved up for a holy day by the sea-side.
Extremity of mood the mother of invention
Some say this while some say that,
Others fling the cat
sitting on a stair
staring into thin air
John O’China sailed outer Liverpool
Garments were varied,
The wind and the rain fell
All around the Cape of Good Hope,
the crossing from hell.
climb this steep cliff
see embedded fossils stare
telling me how it used to be
in the Jurassic and who can say
they’re wrong,
the past sings a different song,
….
I see the slippery snake slowly slither
Over the steep hillside,
dropping into the river,
like a salt-water crocodile.