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Crap fatherA Poem by barrywatkinsHis children never met himbut, apparently, they all resembled him.And for their part they loved him as they felt they should,secure in the knowledge t.. |
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BirdheartA Poem by barrywatkinsOh, wouldn't I like to bein 1925 when there was no colour.When smoking was whizzand laydees treated intercourseas an interminable boreand pretended no.. |
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And tonight's show is sponsored by...A Poem by barrywatkinsFive minutes of fameand here they come,like moths drawn to a flame ;"hey pretty lady, handsome guy,you wanna play our game?We'll put your name in city.. |
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