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Saving the veg.

I’ll take my salad with a hypocrisy dressing. 

Snails would feast
The last of our October lettuce.

Were it not
for Kelly’s

wild
   torchlit
          midnight
                 pyjama
                      storm
                          stomping.


And whilst uneasy with the slaughter 

I did
Buy
Extra batteries.

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