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Panic in the Paddock
You deserve this break, having been up since even the early-bird was still in bed,
Even awake while the stars were still high in the sky
And the moon bathed the grass with its pale white eye.
Moving these animals from their sleeping state,
Off of their beds doubling as dinner plates, doubling as dinner-
Their begrudging moans loud as they leave this place of rest to go to work,
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Friday 6th January 2017 4:16 am
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