He lies if you can call it that on stones
below the rapids that he ran last night
on a dare no-one remembers when police
conduct polite enquiries. How he stares.
Earth Tourist
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He lies if you can call it that on stones
below the rapids that he ran last night
on a dare no-one remembers when police
conduct polite enquiries. How he stares.
Earth Tourist 