3 Tanka
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I live inside
A magnificent maze
Of colour purple
My wife wears a florid robe
I see two moons and five balloons
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The place I love
My organised chaos studio
Tomorrows` likelihood
Under coffee stained ideas
A place where pens disappear
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A sandstone heap
A child could play here forever
An Island in the field
The Bush atop my banner
The king share it with rabbits
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