to the NW ish
a low meteor gloam road
once upon a hill
there was a bucket
heap’d the starbright the golden
even a rainbow
fasten’d a hold on
infinite systems morphish
till it fill’d a sea
Poetry
to the NW ish
a low meteor gloam road
once upon a hill
there was a bucket
heap’d the starbright the golden
even a rainbow
fasten’d a hold on
infinite systems morphish
till it fill’d a sea
🙂 row row row your boat gently up the hill….. *dances off singing*
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