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The Trickle of Wicken Fen

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Blurred bushes rush by Brain bends Time out far across the fens A solitary heron flaps The pterodactyl lazy loads A flyover of long strokes Of reed brushes Eels writhe A dog trotting Leaps across the dyke A wand of estuary birds Cast up from the land Coloured sand vast across the morning sky The power when it comes Succumb The trickle of Wicken Fen.

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