It feels like this, though.

365 challenge




It's a please for a tree in a fit of rain,

It's hard work and an always open gate,

It runs into all the corners and is very rarely late.


Its the head of a nut tightening the spanner,

It's tall and short all bundled up forever,

It's a long stride and a wheelie if you rev her.


It's filling the trough of a crocodile imagination,

It strays and stays even though it shouldn't,

And it's all of that, knowing that you couldn't.

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