a poem or pic a day until I die or dont;
the online home of Ford Dagenham
Wednesday, 10 February 2016
SHOTGUN BLAST NEXT TO MY EAR (A P.I. PULP POP)
it came after gone dames played the wrong games and the cold rain that fell fell in a black mood as if it knew it would be ice by morning and i listened to my jazz in mono
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