The Coo And The Cardigan

Lolling on my back,
Repositioning the clouds,

Muttering fuss
Amongst the buttercups,

Falling asleep
And keeping the spin
To a minimum.

Kissing the periodic shadows,
A new velocity in the breeze,

Circling and coddling,
The coo and the cardigan,

Echoing arguments
Disappearing
In the firmaments,

A turbulence
Backsliding.

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