The Forbury Garden Poem by Matt Moore
The Forbury Garden
Sometimes it’s nice to just sit.
And today we sit in the Forbury garden,
the garden where the Sun beams
̶ around three,
It is gloomy November.
A gloomy November for some,
but not for me!
I am in the Forbury Garden
̶ staving off spiders and flies,
and dead quizzical eyes.
Friday, February 7, 2014
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