A leach on a statue, and small cups
of red, and purple wine, a slippery hand
enters, and spreads some darkness on
that well oiled sundial.
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DAVID YOU CAN ON THE MOST ODD OCCASION HIT ME WITH ONE OF YOUR THINKING POEMS, THIS MUST BE ONE YOUR MIND WORKS IN STRANGE WAYS DAVID AND LIKE ME I THINK YOU BEG TO BE DIFFERENT WELL DONE WARM REGARDS AJS
Deep thought, perplexed but well done with imagery.