Deep like me

I cross the word with one stroke

And push the time with another

I use the sun to breaststroke

And heel the west with summer

It takes no longer in a shout

That most would see for humble pasts

But no one knows who is the buyer

Of yesterday’s messiah.

The Nature of the man within

Does not begin to narrow

Until it marks the coming day

With every tune a Walter P Scott.

BCDFM

COPYRIGHT Bruce E Saunders 2020

Clue – in Wiltshire a Walter P Scott is a furrow

See Walter P Scott’s “Cunt like my arse”

For the mathematicians think one to one mapping

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