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That Little Four Letter Word Called Love
In the game of love, the act that should be the last, is now the opening salvo. But, as a man… why am I complaining?
This one is a work in progress. A bit bitter after hearing a fellow poet dismiss men’s romantic verse as “cheesy”, I thought how the shaggers / fuckers call them what you will, win and the decent folk are cast aside in these common times…
Karl Marx said religion was the ...
Thursday 8th October 2015 12:17 am

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