by Steve Tanham
Such beauty in your pristine edge
Precision killer of my stroll
When summer’s heat extends
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And pant to unclad leg migrates
In summer breeze that soothes the soul
Exposing flesh to that which rends
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No wrath to insects, bees or sheep
Just to my naive naked limb
From what beneath the ivy bends
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©Stephen Tanham
Sun in Gemini 
Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Thank you, Ladies.
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My own ‘naive, naked limbs’ are suffering from a close encounter with a load of undergrowth, so I can fully appreciate your words, Steve. The image is stunning too!
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Last night’s dog walk- in shorts, foolish boy! x
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Ouch!
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Reblogged this on Stuart France.
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Thank you, Stu.
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I really like this. We have ticks here in South Africa so despite the terrific heat, walking in shorts is not advisable.
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Thank you, Robbie. I’m not sure it’s worth it here, either!
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