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[title] => A British Predicament (Summer Rain).
[time] => 2011-07-08 04:49:09
[hometext] => The rain seems endless at the moment, is it just in the UK I wonder?
[bodytext] => The air is fizzy with rain,
A fine summer vintage poured steadily
From the cut glass flute of the sky.
Mean clouds masquerading in summer finery
Patrol the outer reaches of my kingdom.
Blue tits grip their tiny hearts
And wing dip test the fizzing air.
A lone pony on the moor is looking for the light,
Shifting with purpose like sand in the hour glass
And wanting more so much more
She seeks the sunshine from the ruins
Of what is, after all, a very British predicament.
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