We sipped hot cider
On an old tree trunk
As dusk masked
the browning of the grass.
No cars for miles
Not even a taxi
But a scarecrow aloft
Done up like a witch.
DizzyDezzi (c) 2016
We sipped hot cider
On an old tree trunk
As dusk masked
the browning of the grass.
No cars for miles
Not even a taxi
But a scarecrow aloft
Done up like a witch.
DizzyDezzi (c) 2016
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