Michael Edwards


The rising wind blew fresh to shore

water hid the soft white sand

that fringed the lonely arid land

the land of many shades of green

Its hills and vales as yet unseen

in consort with an ailing star


  • valene

    pickled eggs to me sound yucky
    if you trodden on them aren't your feet mucky?!

  • Michael Edwards

    Yes mucky feet its all that mayo
    heigh ho, heigh ho, heigh ho, heigh ho.

  • P.H.Rose

    To return but once in a velvet moon

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