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Friday, 26 November 2021

The Beat

The Beat


 




















The sound of guns carried on the chilly air,

The beaters on the ground,

Barking dogs and beating sticks,

The Pheasants start to run,

Afraid to take to flight,

A target in the sky,

They might become.......

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