Grimbeau

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Tag: James Bond

Odd Job

Is there something wrong 
with everything, a flaw, 
a rift, a fissure,
the meerest hairline fracture
inbuilt obsolescence has
a lot to answer for; so,
later today dangling 
precariously 
upside down by 
the ankle attachedĀ 
to a withered yellow rubber band 
I will venture to examine 
various suspect roof tiles
If I have the time 
Or indeed the inclination

Petrichor

IEmAlh

Nose down.

The Saint woke

nose down in a wood:

in a

a vast, dank wood.

Beeches & brambles.

He got up,

raised a knowing eyebrow,

and licked mulch from his

granite chiselled chin.

Petrichor,

he concluded wryly

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