ringling roses

 

a spade is a spade and you use it

 

for playing poker

 

which in turn

 

goes into the fire

 

a blindfold and a final cig

 

children crying buff

 

shiny boots and tan waistcoats

 

we all fall down

 





Poetry by Katarina Wikholm
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Written on 2012-03-30 at 10:37

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