A telling I should begin, with
Words as bright as apple tears,
Of time before the darkness spread
To fulfil all of their fears.
The sun was bored and stayed in bed
The rain ran like a child.
The Haverbird remained in nest for
The wind had become quite wild.
When time came for supper plates
To spin out to the sea
All about cried happy charms
For all that they could be.
Out of this silence news was drawn
On paper mâché smiles.
The Aberswift took a forward leap
That covered fifty miles.
It knew the time to honour
The many coat less backs
Was upon a mind not
Fully riding on its tracks
It leapt on fashion mongrels and
Those without a heart.
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