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Apothecary
Apothecary
Beneath the ancient gallows tree
There sits an old apothecary
Where deep within its ancient rooms
Resides an old man selling ‘shrooms
That he has harvested from soil
Of graveyards where the serpents coil
And if the ache screams in your joints
Just follow where the way-marker points.
The place smells of dust and moist mildew
And the foul dark liqui...
Tuesday 6th October 2020 11:36 am
Antigen
Antigen
He knocked at the door
Shouting ‘let me in!’
Tempting us to go out
With his whisky and gin
He hid around corners
Under tables and chairs
Trying his best
To catch us unawares
He was sitting on benches
Where others had sat
He was on garden fences
Where we’d stop for a chat
He was hanging around
Tesco trolly parks
He was all over door han...
Sunday 29th March 2020 11:31 pm
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