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Wednesday, 20 June 2012


If you haven't got something of your own you'd like to pursue you might like to attempt

·       Rewrite something already presented but
cut it by a third

·       Fill in the gaps

A ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­__________’s Tale

Yesterday the ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­__________ were only grey with scattered ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­__________,
And now the longest ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­__________ -leaves hardly  ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­__________;
Yes her deep  ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­__________  mark the snow, and  ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­__________
On towards the  ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­__________ at the hill’s white  ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­__________

I cannot see her, since the  ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­__________’s pale scarf
Obscures the  ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­__________   ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­__________ and the dull  ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­__________ sky;
But she’s the ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­__________, I know,   impatient and  ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­__________,  half
Sobs the ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­__________ into her frosty ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­__________

Why does she come so ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­__________, when she must ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­__________
She’s only the nearer to the ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­__________  ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­__________?
The hill is ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­__________, on the  my steps are ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­__________ -
Why does she  ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­__________,  when she knows what I have to ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­__________?

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