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A front patch that's blank because it's skull
On a living thing
It would be presumptuous to think
It was already dead
Data-mine a dead dog with no shot wound
Empty of holes
Thrown by its own gallop
Smells like a capture or fresh haddock
Once more back into the sea
A best pal a thrush comes west on a Gale
We know you're doing well
Your death is warm and large