Madam Life’s a Piece in Bloom

death goes dogging everywhere:

she’s the tenant of the room,

he’s the ruffian on the stair.


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3 Responses to Madam Life’s a Piece in Bloom

  1. I reckon he’s picked his spot for tonight’s England/Germany encounter.

  2. Looks like he’s almost smiling now. Got a result?
    Yup, yup, yup.

  3. OS says:

    …and he keeps listening. Ask your mum for a sossage, Dylan. Tell her OS has sent you.

    Oi, boy, I just had call from Philip. He very sorry he called me when I was chomping on piri-piri chicken at Chicken Jeorge’s after he get chucked out of the reserve game. That’s two mobile calls he’s made to Portugal. I hope he has a good win on the horses soon to pay for them. He digging the garden. He just seen Sparrow Hawk take out a blackbird. That put him right, boy.

    See u soon, boy.

    Major Slurps to ChiffS. XXX

    M. le etc…

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