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At The Cannon's Mouth
a bazooka of basil had broken the ceasefire yet I
held my ground until
Friday's garlic howitzer but still I kept
my powder dry, beseiged by that
coiled enigma now so compromised that I
refrained from even a
side-long glance until Tuesday, when,
hit below the belt by curiosity I
surrendered, only to recoil at an
explosive residue of
pickle (courgette or mayhap
cucum...
Sunday 30th August 2020 11:03 am
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