dollops (calc palimino, smudged) (Ulrika! Ulrika! Ulrika! saddolands iN sHadow sans meadooze gall(ivan)t midGe-trEe
Grimbeau
Enough is enough
Sad facts are to be faced up
Like stained cracked mirrors
as when sun subsides
or when
all days are none
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Feeling lucky, mucky, clucky?
Spike the Curate’s eggs.
Wind’s dropped, termite respite;
north-westerly’s will freeze
your bollox off.
No vest for the whack-ed.
Fools down tools
play pooh-sticks in the urinal,
paper boats float upstream
(a blocked drain in Sao Paulo).