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in this empty stadium I'm being chased
pursued by something I struggle to see,
I smell a hunter's breath alien and rank
if there was one nearby I'd climb a tree
its dusk now and the circuits are endless
he surmounts hurdles with an easy glee
his dark vest sports no national colours
night falls, I need the floodlights to see
its been like this now for several years
...Sunday 8th August 2021 10:56 am
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