Red

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I rode a red train

only to see

hills and mountains

littered with scree


a black cat a black rat

or something in between

racing the caterpillar

I was sitting in


one shy mare

with red-brown hair

one keen eye

drowning in the sky


one blue shoe

grey tracks red

one black crow

on dead Jack's head.





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