and
butchered bores
overrun with pennies
of
gigantic international jobs
for
own nests
feather
lying
dogs of
canary wharf machinery
wallowing
days of stats
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by
the mouth of london
'twas a honey taste to him
he
was due a werewolf turn
in the smoke
the adamant review
for
these wild works of theatre
are
life's very voodoo
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