Poetry: Nettles

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  • Created on: 10-04-14 23:31


My son aged three fell in the nettle bed                                      Juxtaposition: Tender-raw
‘Bed’ seemed a curious name for those green spears,                           Honed-controlled

That regiment of spite behind the shed:                                          


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