Tawnymoor – a poem

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by Michael John Grist. Make the feet for children’s shoes, Down the alley, back from hell, This whole town is made of iron Witnesses shall turn to steam Their Pockets filled with earth. • Grub the mantles, merrymen! Seize the steam and come to me, Here the zephyr rings on steel, the judge becomes a narwhal’s spike fill it with …