a starting bunch
By redleg
made up from things that get scribbled between curled pages of drawings, work rotas and to do lists. the wanderings of thoughts, that no one has read. i call this the start.
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3 boys
Three boys tired to sell me a Christmas tree for one pound, As I walked along black ground in January dusk.
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