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April 2024 Collage Poem: All Too Much
Too many holidays. Let's go to
Blackpool instead
A citadel, a red crescent, a wing
When oh when - tell me the fighting ends soon
Words weaving pictures
Wonderful windows on the world
Drink the water Ride the 192
Round we go again, with these selections
Florid foreskins, tea-stained, tobacco
stained perhaps?
As the knife slides into diva flesh
Prin...
Saturday 13th April 2024 2:32 pm
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