I remember now
almost clearly,
all about 7.
seven years back.
when scooter racings
made my day
and road trips up to pamberton
made
me miss home.
with pillars that stood as tall as trees
and bulls with killer eyes
rammed into fences
and sent me crying back to the
cottage.
back home.
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