used to be in wales, now all shropshire,
borders. a small town with plenty to do.
qubed gallery quoted poetry, refinely
drawn. one man left standing, my face
collected.
salt in abundance, ready for the pigs
head, he really was making brawn,
ear stuck from the saucepan, with
plans for brains on toast for tea.
i lost earth and heaven,
read greengage summer instead.
rummer godden.
sbm.
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 1:47 AM UTC
used to be in wales, now all shropshire,
borders. a small town with plenty to do.
qubed gallery quoted poetry, refinely
drawn. one man left standing, my face
collected.
salt in abundance, ready for the pigs
head, he really was making brawn,
ear stuck from the saucepan, with
plans for brains on toast for tea.
i lost earth and heaven,
read greengage summer instead.
rummer godden.
sbm.
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