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Elbow Yard
Elbow Yard
In Elbow Yard the walls are thin
between this world and the next.
We communicate through clairvoyants
because we couldn’t handle text.
But that’s all right mate,
that’s pretty cool,
you didn’t like clowns
and I’m the fool.
In Elbow Yard the darkness reigns
and death dances out of sight
ready to drag us to his ballroom,
illuminated in pale g...
Monday 19th March 2018 8:05 pm
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