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Wednesday, October 7, 2009

enough fucking psalms

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Enough fucking psalms


This lipslowed bleat on Rundle Street:
grub-thick, jams in my craw.
It knots because my psalm’s so sweet
But you won’t ask for more.


Philip White












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Posted by DRINKSTER at 7:33 PM
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