The road
outside my farm,
always busy
with commuter
traffic, is
empty, this
morning, as
far as the
eye can see.
Random thoughts and poems (and photographs) written in the grammatical tense "Future Imperfect".
David Horton
The road
outside my farm,
always busy
with commuter
traffic, is
empty, this
morning, as
far as the
eye can see.
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