Walking

A Poem by Aimee Holt

A stiff upper lip

softened by drizzle.

A hardy frown

melted with wellies.

A ruddy complexion

a welcome replacement.

Clouds of fresh air

the perfect cleanser.

The Tamworth pigs

like leaves in autumn.

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Added on October 24, 2012
Last Updated on October 24, 2012

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