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I got to the sandwich lady late there was only toothpaste and woodlouse sandwiches and a mangled packet of Polos she moaned at my poor timing closed her legs and opened the petty-cash tin; the doctor held up a pair … Continue reading
The tide is enthusiastic. It rushes coves and bays. It combs seaweed hair and heaves white over rock. The seagulls yell, ‘A storm is coming.’ – Benjamin F Jones
I was going to write a poem in this card but what the hell rhymes with apotheosis? – Benjamin F Jones
Christmas cheer captive audience piped into lift.