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Windmill Hill

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They used to graze horses here,
until mistreatment took them
to pastures new – paved the way

for this grassland’s luscious mane.
Left behind, saddle-leathered
by leaf fall, the reverse braille

of their hooves. Their whinnying
bequeathed to ambulances,
chasing like colts across town.

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