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Leaving Home

Monday 10th April 2023

Bellows of air,

Normally invisible,

manifesting in real time,

Dancing in space,

With out a care.

Misting in front of my eyes,

As they catalyse

the water drops crystalize.

My wellies are slick with dew.

The grass blades shine,

Thousands of perfect drops

Out to pluck and pick I go,

One of the chosen few.

For being up this early

I am definitely crazy,

Beautiful early sun is really hazy,

Perhaps I am not so Lazy.

I feel so fricking lazy

I am definitely crazy.

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