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Monday, 21 October 2013
THE COLOUR OF HORSES
clint eastwood johhny cash the bible say Hell will follow a pale horse the horses in this town - this concrete estuary blip of sold-off dirty farmland nail bars and shut cafes are dark stain colour like a dead mouse and all that follows them is their own flyswish tail of cobwebs and bumnuggets or puffa coat gypsy's in a bouncing wooden buggy
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