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dogdyke .. .
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Over swollen fields at eventide
bare, misted clouds roll defiant
where morning dawn obscures
a murder of crows less affluent
the shotgun’s fervent warning
more than bucks should heed
purple in the air turned heather
baited badgers do they bleed
mounds blackened, crumbled sod
beer-can discarded, train the clod
out where cleanliness is godliness
those who know this shall see god
in morning’s pall sweet kestrels rise
lemon sun splashed o’ the half light
blurs both the retinas in your eyes
moments broken open on the lee
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