Mercian Hymns XVII
He drove at evening through the hushed Vosges.
The car radio,
glimmering, received broken utterance from the horizon of storms.
'God's honours - our bikes touched: he skidded and came off.
timid father's protective bellow.
Disfigurement of a village king.
look at the bugger.
His maroon GT chanted then overtook.
He lavished on the high valleys its
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