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M Blackman

Poem to Postmodernism

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You see the riders of the fox hunt cresting the hedges and the drystone walls, bob bob bob they gallop, horrah horrah horrah they call. Sound the clarion they urge with a mouthful of rotten and forgotten teeth but nobody told them the fox is long away and fast asleep.

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