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Market Day

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squashed cabbage leaves,
crushed petals, broken stems
strewn along grey slush


wind whisks cobbled street,
gravel crunches under
hooves and booted feet


rain-drooped marquees
whisper freshest gossip;
clock tower tolls on the hour


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— crypticbard, Jan 02, 2010

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Region, Country: West Moreton, AUS

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Seren

16 years 5 months ago

Dear Cryptic

snapshot images in this one ... really gave me the scene in my head well done kind regards Jayne x