Mike Bell/ January 29, 2018/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments
We are first classed
thousand miled aircrafted
then for two nights cocooned in AC hotel rooms
and then carriage locked up north in a wooden house without the locks which cut off thank (fucking) god
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