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On a dark day,not that it's darkjust mine, my spiritsunk after a bout, my companionpulling in earnest the ropeof this profound wellto try to get us out, when we fall upontwo pretty little thingstheir white skirts wet,a ball under an arm, smiles as innocentas their colourless eyes,trailing the break...