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Cannonball
I’d like to be a cannonball:
Smash through things and knock down walls
I’d leave a trail of destruction in my wake
Before it’s even time to take a tea break.
I’d like to drink fifteen pints of lager
And ride through the shopping centre like a knight on a charger
Smashing things merrily as I go
Making a mess with a creamy gateaux
I’d like to swear loudly in a quiet...
Thursday 2nd January 2014 9:34 pm
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