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Neath Pits And Stems
Neath pits and stems of turnips
and mountains of pumpkins
though I have forgotten
and then some
who is picking night bones
and which side to sleep on
when saying my prayers
sliding down the stairs
as the crickets violin and dance
whispering in my ear
beware of snapping turtles
weaving cat cradles
neath pits and stems of turnips
and mountains of pumpkins
though I have forgotten
and then some
who is picking night bones
and which side to sleep on
when saying my prayers
sliding down the stairs
as the crickets violin and dance
whispering in my ear
beware of snapping turtles
weaving cat cradles
neath pits and stems of turnips
Published 3rd Feb 2023
| Edited 4th Feb 2023
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