tags: anthropomorphism, Oxfordshire, poetry, soppy, tanking Thomas
Thomas swirls along roads built to bounce him and give me lots of steering opportunities, through violently yellow rapeseed fields, between hedges who’s vaulting arms meet above us.
Thomas purrs and whirrs
Wendy curls and twirls
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