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SHE USED TO DREAM OF BETTER THINGS
The I, me, pajama striped shirted,
Ignorant, stand alone, shout-out nutcase,
nonsensical words blurted,
staggered with burp and belch
under caustic breath;
ale breath, shot breath.
He gives a show of
none stick comedy,
and imperfectly performed
puerile knobbery.
“Huh! Huh!”
Pint, betting slip, kebab
“What’s that? Yea,
I'll be home soon, Bab”
Tells her t...
Monday 31st January 2022 10:37 am
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