That blind Mare

left alone by the herd as usual

shakes her head to gain short respite

from the eye blinkerings of Horseflies

soon to return

head lowered she snuffles about trying to find

a dewy grass stem to coil her tongue around

she cautiously saunters in my direction

stopping a few feet away from where I am

is she able to sense my pitying presence I wonder?

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I'm walking backwards to Christmas

across the Irish sea

I'm walking backwards to Christmas

its the only thing for me

I've tried walking sideways and walking back to front

people in the sanitorium say

Spike! why don't you go by punt?

I say no! I prefer walking backwards to Christmas

to prove I love not being whitewashed blue!

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