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That I could walk down rusty ways

I had a revenue audit the day I wrote this poem and I went for a walk down the canal and I saw

Jackie Bracken is on the other side with his dog. I was facing the Tax Man. He was facing the field with his dog and stick

That I could walk down rusty Ways
Talk to neighbours about my newest happenings
Fill my legs into rubber boots
An old cap and coat
Plough into a field of weather grass
Raised a Pheasant
Caution the Hawk
Sink into the abundance of an abandoned time

 

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