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Thursday, June 21, 2018

some poems

Guzzle the alcohol Smash the cutlery throw the glasses on the floor Devour the roast ,sip the wine The drunks a singing a devilish tune in the smoky room forever alone... The pots a boiling the meat a roasting the beer running dry The sounds a- clamour, a- racket, knives and forks a- clinking, steaming roast spewing white lava into the room with no boundaries An endless table with every kind of dish laid out before us to eat . Gorge on roast drowned in gravy, with parsnip floating like logs left rot Forever alone…


There once was a boy named elijah who wasn't  quite right
Then one night he had a big fright and fell down a hole
He collapsed in heap and passed out to sleep
While the sheep graze on his hair he had big scare

And never became right after his fright

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

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