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PREPARED
This
is the time of year they mow the heart
of the park’s molehill clumps
into
a level field to make a start
for crease and wicket stumps.
The
Council sees to us, its apparat
munificently jumps.
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(For full text see
the Kindle ebook The
Nature of Things (Collected Poems) by Alan Marshfield)
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