North Song

Posted on September 7, 2016 by Stevie Mitchell

Churches the colour of rye bread
Those very verdigrised roofs
Take me to a sea
With its quiet hyphens of cargo
To live with my back to the world

north-song

About Stevie Mitchell

I come from a long line of cartoons and beer. I was once peed on by a tiger. Hoping the resultant super-powers are yet to come, cos if these are they, then, grrrr....
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