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Sep 10
When your *****
Smell like
A fresh roasted chicken
All piquancy
And salt
And something
Indefinable
Something not your fault
And thy *******
Like a struck match
That can't be carbon dated
Fear not
You're just drinking
In the fair old city
The two
Deffo related.
Written by
Jimmy silker
50
   Nick Moore
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