On most days I walk once around the park and write 30 words about it.
Tuesday, 13 October 2009
Mount Ephraim, anticlockwise. 5.10pm.
A dog on a lead shaking its whole self from grey muzzle to white tail tip: Flapple-apple-jink. Lumpish heaps of damp vegetation slashed from the hillside have a riverbank stink.
2 comments:
Did you mean it to rhyme?
:~)
No... I feel a bit silly for not spotting that!
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