fairground (Remove filter)
wakes
in the dry grass next to The Bull
once every year the ground would shake
and scream “faster”
while our fingers grew sticky from the company we kept
here to win fish as golden as we wished
the beer
what of the gypsies
what of their king
what of the grave thrice danced around
finished with a pin?
Saturday 22nd February 2014 7:16 pm
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