thorntree lane

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thorntree lane ( a brief poem )




i thought of you on thorntree lane

there was nought in the way of rain

the sky was dry - unstirred the drains

no ghost emerged

on thorntree lane


there are no trees on thorntree lane

not much beyond the shut café

as then 'twas night not t'other - day

no owl did hoot

on thorntree lane


there are no thorns on thorntree lane

this funny name eludes explain

i pause & feel my tickled brain

it thinks of you

oh thorntree lane

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