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Published Thursday, 12 September 2013
Palpable be the stench. A wretchedness, enthusiastically vile, wallowing in its own filth. The crowd gathers and the dust of the amphitheatre comports to another standard Wednesday.
Written Tuesday, 5 October 2010 under This Sporting Life
Legs furiously pumping, read the poem. In mute nostril agony, too. And as the horses went over, what went little recognised was that they often died before they hit the water.
Written Thursday, 19 November 2009 under Paranoid Times
Down by Msario’s and next to the Sdney Sign Compay, right under the high-tension power lines, is where they found the body of the horse and its rider.
Written Tuesday, 4 December 2007 under Paranoid Times