Seemed Mad by Grains

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Seemed Mad by Grains

You’ll excuse me for my restless habits,
strolling into every shop I see –
an amble slow as drags,
slower than drowning by drops,
but such goods as yours I’ve never seen,
nor hope to know their purpose. So you’ll
excuse me for seeming mad by grains,
for you see, I am by your estimation,
a foreigner.

 

 

 

 

Found and remixed words/phrases from
Bleak House by Charles Dickens and my
1991 Winter Journal of Bletchingley, Surrey

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