A dull day in Jan
And the roof needs a clean
As an event it is a seldom one
A seldom event is seldom done
In fact it is seven yearly seldom
Though outside it is not too cold
And Hannah is making the lunch
Whilst I sit in the conservatory
And watch the sky unfold
Above my very eyes
Drip averting
As the fierceness of the hose
Marks its glass
Then came the stench
Disgust creating sense reeling remainder,
Reminder of the seven gutteral years
Of rotting composition
Seven pickled years of careless neglect
And finally came the light
Uplifting to drown the smell of time.
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