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Aug 2015
The **** crows
the morning into being

whilst behind the henhouse
Auntie wrings a chicken's neck.

What runs around
yesterday

is today
eaten.

"Humans..." thinks the cat
"...are not what they seem!"
Donall Dempsey
Written by
Donall Dempsey  Guildford
(Guildford)   
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