Verruca Poems - Poems about Verruca

...This tree overshadows that one. That tree trunk is climbed by the sun. This fence is high, get over it. this fence is not white, it is the color of oatmeal. That grazing horse is the color o......

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...Leaves fly like sparrows. This tree overshadows that one. That sun climbs another trunk. This fence is high, this fence is not white, it is the color of oatmeal. That grazing horse is the colo......

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...The weekly bus that carries the old ones from the village to do their weekly shop fills with shaken umbrellas and eager tales of morbidity. You know those water tablets that Jane’s ......

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