Honing the Craft

Week 40 Tailgaters

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
I flee as a disguntled Trumpian refugee.
(The Lake Isle of Innisfree, W. B. Yeats)

O, to have a little house
that's not infested by a mouse.
(An Old Woman of the Roads by Padraic Colum)

Between my finger and my thumb
is your sticky bubblegum,.
(Digging by Seamus Heaney)

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