The Moon will rise there
over the brow of North Hill where
its run will leap off a gorse horizon
to hang without shame in the time-wrought Hollow then
a spectral haze will weave a proud moon-bow
and the bracken will brace the March snow
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ndajz
Mondegreens. Dad-Dad-Dadio x3. AI/data/tech/science thinking+writing. Public alchemist. Nanotech PhD; lapsed selector; ex-Tweeter. Born at 340.01ppm http://co2.earth
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