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Good Morning, Good Morning
this house is awakening
it yawns and stretches its
aged bones, as last night’s ghosts scurry
home, with the copper blood running
warm through worm pricked floors
I lie,like you, while you lie,
like me, under the nights warm stink
and the claw and the purr
of the cat’s half lidded lazy gaze
as the foundations shake with each
passing race of 18 wheel freight
Saturday 18th May 2013 3:18 pm
BACK O' PUB
BACK O' PUB
We went into the pub's beer garden to see the illegal vodka factory run by Eastern Europeans.
We dance madly around their lorry and sing, "Give us a drink! We're parched like the Gobi Desert. Don't you know, we drank the pub dry?...
Thursday 5th January 2012 3:18 pm
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