Hate Love Hate

I hate all this weather we're having

I love a shot on goal

I hate the way stars lap upon a deserted beach

I love it when a train passes

I hate it when people paint shop doorways

I love blue socks

I hate the way people spin this planet 

I love ploughing my beard

I hate the way hills go up steeply

I love the rustling of plastic bags

I hate the colour of trees in winter

I love the sound of frozen breath 

I hate wind-turbines on hill tops

I love broken smiles

I hate the rigidity of grass

I love the silence of wind

I hate the tick of a clock

I love the tock 

I hate it when fish block the escalator on the underground when carry too much shopping in a pink balloon 

Trifle

Suitcase 

Football...

I love sound of a fresh mown lawn

I love writing nonsense poems 

but white is the wrong colour

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