YOU WON THE WANDERING WORCESTERSHIRE SAUCE
And now you shall come home to your master,
oh Fred with the wandering eye. The shelves
here are filled with new milquetoast. Like a
lord overseeing his realm, I see you looking.
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Chanticleer Hills to Hamilton Gorge, everyone
knows your name. The houses that now crawl
the hillside, how long have they been in place?
Who lives in them? One piercing piece from an
airline above, something, has punctured the
red house. I think of it as bleeding now.
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There is now no care or concern. No feelings
are left, and these people just go on their way.
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