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Starlings on a Garage island
   Rex Tyler, 05.05.2010 · Printable version
 


Starlings in the grass
Underneath the trees
On a Watford garage island
Hunting there with ease
Jet wash
Car wash
HGV
Birch fronds
hanging from each tree
Dandelion clocks
way passed time
Petrol prices how
they climb
The Corporates
raking it in
Profits, yes they
always win
BP ESSO and Texaco
3 Garages where
I will not go
Environmentally
they're poor
Something Starlings
just ignore


Waiting for my petrol today
I wrote this in 2/3 minutes