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Spikes

in this empty stadium I'm being chased

pursued by something I struggle to see,

I smell a hunter's breath alien and rank

if there was one nearby I'd climb a tree

 

its dusk now and the circuits are endless

he surmounts hurdles with an easy glee

his dark vest sports no national colours

night falls, I need the floodlights to see

 

its been like this now for several years

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Mallard Days

a year now since she died

life never been the same

loving eyes that llit my life

till she fell and got lame

 

her back end had collapsed

lost control of her bladder

lay there still in the garden

never saw anything sadder

 

vet had to give her the jab

said she'd suffer no pain

ashes rest on my dresser

but I'll not see her again

 

all I have is her leathe...

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