A beggar at
the
Entrance of
the underground
Still got
worker’s hands
Sand, sand,
sand
And brackish
water
Oasis still
dreams away
Liam
Gallagher: As you were
Thanksgiving
After this
golden harvest
Squirrel,
too
Autumn
approaching
Colours are
lugubrious
But not
cricket’s song
Sky shedding
tears
The poplars
golden leaves
Cricket’s
last song
.
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