When the grass....
....
The Swiggland twins galloped between stalls
hand in hand, the calls to be careful.
...
The had good eyes at mountain view, alpine
plants in the rockery explained somewhat
if it all but ignored the flat field laying
gently beneath the spread of spring barley.
....
They had good eyes at mountain view, to see
anything beyond the alpine rockery,
that hinted of snow of skiing. Catching
the edge of the pit.
....
holding
our prisoner to his bond, we lay down
the bikes.
...
Mountain View overlooked a field of white
flowered potatoes.
...
The yew tree was spilling over the iron fence,
it's roots in the growth unscrewing the black
Hammerited rods from the post. Promising
a secret Carl had brought us to the church
but beyond risky...
...
simpered
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