Dehorned Poems - Poems about Dehorned

...Now, he is fed up with his rubber pistol, Irrepressibly itching for Hard Metal: To every onlooker crystal clear That Kingsley has drowned his fear Of spraying bullets 360o degrees And blood stai......

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...I was a city born and city bred young fellow, whose shoes had mostly only touched concrete and tar. Oh yes I had seen grass, but out on a footy ground and my entertainment was drinking at a nightc......

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