Day 13
The gardener loves the fisherman
The nil flood asunder
the look of the shimmer,
milky and cosy
plunder and blood
The shrill of tall trees
the roots of the cable under the muck
and the hood, the brimmer
of silky posies,
the boon of cosy looks
the sable of grimmer deeds
a new kind of blunder, meet
the mill of the mud
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