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Mark Heathcote

[none] (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Then I swore…

After the storm we entered the forest
To check out that all impending damage
We’d no doubt discover, later that august
Awhile, after in upended carriage.

In awe in shock, we did. Three fallen pines
Roots 8ft high, wall to wall so we clambered-
Over, inside was like a cave covered in vines.
“Let’s make a hideaway a den we clamoured”.

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