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Wonder
"Fuck off, fatty !" The foul-mouth said, With smacks still left from childhood, and crack left in his head. And when you see his tattooed neck and gums with blackened teeth, it’s hard to think that underneath this yob's, a boy who ever played at all; perhaps he did, with empty tins, a blank wall; his pirate ship, some stinking bed. The wonder now that fills my head Was "Fuck off fatty“s all he said. < back |
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