Balance
The
cow kicked me in the head
It
went to the freezing works
The
sheep stood on my sore and bandaged foot
It
went on the table that night
I
am wearing its coat
The
possums stripped the trees
My
hands are warm in the winter cold
The
wood pigeons ate the cherries
We
dined on stew that night
With
hard boiled eggs as an aside
The
foot still aches
The
headaches haven't gone away
The
door won't open with gloves on
And
the cherry tree is still robbed
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EWAN ELLIOTT
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