Parkfield Crawlers
We made muckle grassy nests on the green, Hoping Blackbirds would find us, But they were never really keen, Who knows what they’ve seen, Through our crocheted nets; Blocking out the spies, Protecting netted lies. Saturated dream catchers above our beds, Coal buckets full of meds, The only way to get rid of our crawlers, […]
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