POEM OF THE MONTH
EWAN ELLIOTT
MARCH
1999
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And the damn thing is still running - past the bunny Out into the night - Escaping the crutch of the box Past screaming owners - arm flapping trainers And ticket waving punters A tongue lolling run for the money Leaping high with an energy it never showed before Where is the finish line for this fine dog Far away from here, Far away from captivity And full food buckets and stupid crimson colours Ah, what a dog to run like this To escape the clutches of training schedules Petty little squabbles over scraps And win/lose days. EWAN ELLIOTT
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