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The Gentleman Farmer

The gentleman from the farm, his long stride wrapped in moleskin

has reached the edge of town and his endurance.

He has come for relief: a bellowing steer.

It’s so difficult now, away from the farm’s sheltered spots

where a man could raise long-neck and feel the fizz of the fluid on the tongue and at the base of the brain;

give a full-body shake as the alcohol fed the cells.

What to do now, here, in bloody town, with the lawn and hedge (and neighbours).

Well, the wife wanted to come in and promises were made –

So now you lengthen your stride and your tongue is out

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