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rainday
(
Free verse
) by
Bill Z Bub
Wringing cloudbells pealing braingray, we huddle, buttoned, beneath bloombrellas, ruddy handles slick and slippering, grinning through this grainy rainday. galoshed legs galloping muddy puddles, bulletdrops battering scrunched tissue lilies, gasping nightcrawlies subtly crushed, survivalling on 'til scraped by morning's brush.
richa
17-Jul-03/10:26 AM
I quite like all the daft words you use. It could almost be a nonsense poem or a surreal poem. Bloombrellas is my favourite
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