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Saturday, 16 May 2020

The Lake On Mount Pleasant

How did it get there? 
A pool, not a puddle - 
metres wide, too much
to jump. 
We had to navigate around and
be splashed by
the passing cars uncaring. 
Why does it stay? 
Oh, how odd. 
I do love it, though. 

Posted by Alexis Arrowsmith at 15:54
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