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Watershed

Dark and brooding Clouds are gathering Grey and menacing Sinister In their character They wait… Here’s hoping the train Will out run their post An airborne watershed Primed to burst…   Thatcher Doran Advertisements

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Like A Rash

the air clings to skin brooding warmth sticks to everything today wasn’t quite as good as yesterday there is a mood, a lingering prediction the ever presence face of change like a rash, it comes and goes yet, just below … Continue reading

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Swollen

Sky is moving Swollen Silent beast Landscape slumbers Winter sleep City train travels Pricks the grey-ness With its steel Trees are brooding In the silence Wet with melancholy Whispers There is a gathering…. Elemental arrival Imminent Hiss and spit Sun … Continue reading

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