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28 September 2003
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NIGHT POACHERS
Full moon
bold as a cry,
clean as new ice.
Two men running
noiseless across
frozen fields.
Gin traps in
canvas bags
rattle like teeth.
They fall laughing
in clouds into
the lee of a wall.
A dog barks;
a man calls.
The sounds curl away.
The men sleep
wrapped around
their prey
like lovers.
11:56:50 PM 
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OLD PATTERAN'S PENSEE DU JOUR
An atheist is a man with no invisible means of support. (John Buchan)
1:34:02 AM
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© Copyright
2004
Dick Jones.
Last update:
24/01/2004; 23:10:13.
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