Propped against the rusty old chair…

Propped against the rusty old chair I laid myself bare In the throes of passion for hot sky To the eyes of the passers-by Clock ticking Shoes tapping Ropes skipping Bees humming The world stands still Until the sound of a power drill Or is it a rock band? Far and deep in the woodland …

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