As we go

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Wednesday, 15 June 2011

Elegy on the rear end of a male sheep

‘We only eat when seated at table,’
he explained, refusing my offer
of an ice-cream in down town Minden.

And some days later
he disappeared, and some said
his girlfriend had bumped her head
on the dining room table

and died.
Just like that.


John H Davies
15th June 2011 

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