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Sep 2017
Sitting on the Evil wall
Debating with myself
Shall I give good a call.
Communication a wipeout,
A septic flaw,
How can one love?
When you can't be sure.
I sit on the wall
With a wide arsed grin
Demons with Sabres  start
to be riotous within,
all I have to do is to make the call
Yet its another wipeout
Written by
Mark Bell  Portsmouth
(Portsmouth)   
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