(Cherry again today)
Twenty-Five
Diving
past the pair of them
Cherry
leap towards the door
Like a
propeller taking down
The door
screaming
‘They’re chasing us,
They’re
chasing us
Don’t
shoot,
Don’t
shoot’
And much
to all of their surprises
They
didn’t shoot them
Signalling
for the them
To get
behind them
Clearly
not recognising Mandrake.
Not that
it mattered.
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