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supping at the Silverback Inn
supping at the Silverback Inn
the glass stops halfway to its destination
and the sands of time are quicksand
as you survey the crowded saloon bar
in the gently creaking Silverback Inn
see him
the one with the paunch
I remember him
he was a bully
at school
a right hard case
look at him now
fat and old
the stained and sticky floorboards agree
whispering taunting mocking
all that...
Wednesday 5th March 2014 7:01 pm
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