Tip-top

It’d be tip-top
to clip-clop

through
the leafy lanes.

To dive in
and sink

in to the
luscious greenery.

To swim away
from all the over the top

gushiness
and twaddle

and the minute detail
that keeps pouring out

let me tell you about
let me

tell you
about

and won’t stop.
Clip-clop clip-clop.


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