Quiet kite, quite quiet kite…
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She was the Queen of the Nile…
Fingers work to bone, if not counting coin and note then constructing poem. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
Stumbling through summer morning with some heavy bumble…
Tick tock, tick tock sounding…
Humming, it ruptures the aether…
The chequered smell of a local boozer…
Sifting through these dreamless nights…
Wouldn’t you like it all to rhyme…
What an old house it was!
©2024 Giuseppe Gillespie