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cowboy limps in
to the service station
one of the Droitwich
Earps perhaps
howdy
iawn
turns out
he's ridden in
from Rhyl
in search of coffee
& a whopper
we chew the fat
& wince on dregs
evaluate
the handles
on these pasties
attempting
to distinguish
yet again
between the hairy
& the buttery
we drawl farewells
at a matching pair
of rowdy
Dyson Airblades
& head back out
onto the trail
chewing on
Llangollen
juicy fruit
once more
& listening to
Nielsen's 4th
The Inextinguishable
I hum along
negotiate the sheep
& think about
our European
days & mental
poverty & all
the people
without whom
Bethesda 8th January 2019