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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