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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