1. I take the falling path and let the rolling fold of the hill shelter me from the biting March lion wind.
2. There's a woman on a bench by the cherry tree road and she's talking to herself... talking to the magpies... talking on her phone.
3. The washing-up is done to rule and I drop my apron, leave her bath running and hurry out the door to hear poetry in a pub.
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