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The Web Poetry Corner - Stephen Cree - Moor

Moor

by

Stephen Cree

I stride the moorland
o'er the heath
as bracken cracks
and snaps beneath.
A heather pastel
shawl is cast
across the breast
of land so vast.
I stand alone
no other soul
exists within
this vista whole.
If I wished
my trousers drop
out of anus
long stool plop
and no one
would ever know.

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