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Sweet, fruity, floral and grassy (for Finn)


I am edging closer to the explicit use of euphemism

foraging in Crepis and Hebe flowers respectively

dominated by False Oatgrass and a distinct waist.

Even then the mothers pretend to be surprised

as the waters cover the sea parsnip soup belches

brightly coloured felt fishes part and parcel

of Thanks be to God try growing Candytuft

or Poached Egg plant sharp eyes like Coleridge

which is odd or even recognised as not to be too tidy

leaf litter used as a flagship but I’ve also been told

you don’t get them in Worcestershire so what

could it be? We don’t know. The toast is crisp. My son

is spreading, whistles a blend of honeys from around the world