Cockney Geezer
...I was born within the sound of Bow bells in the east end of London, this makes me a true cockney, I own a cock and sparrow down by the shake and shiver, I sell april showers, I duke of kent my pope ...
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Categories:
whickers, england, humor, identity, london,
Form: Narrative
Through the Fog
...one eye open, Light flickers through
some die smokin, boots, whickers, booze
drawls and the draw, one liners move
sunsets on set, squirt bottles make dew
tossing and a turn around, naps till noon
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Categories:
whickers, allegory, fantasy, light, light,
Form: Cowboy Poetry