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Jul 2022
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In this
asphalt
halitosis,
growing tired
of my kind

noting doltish
bovine, influence
as drivers of despair,

I fair
impossibly


To think
my smaller feeling
called the villagers
to prayer,

two hundred
miles East of here
In wealds of hop and apple..

How
I wring these
calloused grapples, well,

aware of my atrocities

confiding to be someone else,

sometime away from this
A W Bullen
Written by
A W Bullen  Cardiff
(Cardiff)   
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       preston, guy scutellaro, vb and Mike Adam
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