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she went on a walk
for a country mile or two
on a wet tuesday in april
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while pigeons shat
on the mayor’s car parked
outside the town hall ( in town )
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& laundry maids
sang old, raunchy ballads
about the price of bread – & thereabouts
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off she upped & went
with a knapsack packed
with lucozade & tracker bars
~
most polar bears
have never seen a ghost
& not all birds can sing
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a piece of string
is the distance of its span
– no one’s spotted her since

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