Nov 2015
I once
met a man
with a thousand
yard stare
and a club
in his hand
in Trafalgar Square
and the blood
on his club
matched the blood
in my hair
one fine and fair
morning in spring;
met a man
with a thousand
yard stare
and a club
in his hand
in Trafalgar Square
and the blood
on his club
matched the blood
in my hair
one fine and fair
morning in spring;
then he blinked
and continued to swing....
and continued to swing....
(England)
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