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A doubtful disorder.

Small steam and the whip of a wing.

Sat spit-deep like a seedling.

The cowslip king

Little blank faces and a language that keeps leaving me. (Tiny bird)

Helpless on land, lost at sea.

The ground beneath the gorse.

Can't keep (you) away.

A cloud for a heart and a burrow for a brain.

Hoovered up by the great grey whale.

The hollow of his head

They are wood and they are wool