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Sport 15: white horse black dog

There is chaos on the roads..

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There is chaos on the roads.

It is winter in Khandallah;
It is winter in Kilbirnie.

Rain leaps in a spray
From streetlamp to streetlamp;
Wind gusts with a hoot through wires.

She doesn’t want me, no,
But what do I do with her ghost,
That yellow hint of herself
She has failed to take with her?

There are wormholes in time.

There is darkness over an ocean.