Local Asshole Now Local Asshole With Blog: The Twisted Brain Wrong of a One-Off Man-Mental
And many other beastsAnd birds, skin, bone and feather,Have been taken from their feastsAnd hung up there together,To swing and have endless leisureIn the sun and in the snow,Without pain, without pleasure,On the dead oak tree bough.
'Does a mole ever get hit by a shell?' Or a shovel, perhaps.
I saw them, I saw them,Hanging on the old barbed wire.
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