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Thursday, 16 July 2009
Roll the tanks, call up an airstrike
I was in the garden picking veg for our tea. On the fence I saw the airforce waiting for their orders to swoop. On the broad beans I saw a fleet of red and black tanks, rolling over the green hills, laying waste to the blackfly hordes.
In my bowl, I see the prize. I'm hungry, not for long.