Blowing over an abundance of trees and bins,
I'm lying inside and avoiding those stormy winds.
Sleep solaced through all the sounds,
Darkness and the cold right now surrounds.
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Author:
Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
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Comments4
It's them baked beans or sprouts - bit windy! lol.
Indeed!
A nice little poem, enjoyed the read
Thank you.
You are very welcome, enjoy your day
You too.
But not figs - eek! Relating to wind, and trotting, but I don't mean horse cantering! I won't be singing 'We all want figgy pudding, so bring it out here!' Don't bring it out here. lol. It's worse if it's slightly burnt
Love it
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