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Monday, February 17, 2020

Conchie Spooner

One hears of battles won upon 
the playing fields of Eton,
but ne’er of bloodbaths’ aftermaths:
the flaying peels, half eaten.
     Moral:
“Into the breach”…? F**k that speech!

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