Now I am going to tell you a poem. This will be part of a series of alphabetically themed writings. Imagine neo-hippy illustrations in magic marker day glow pink, green, orange. These are not good or proper poems, for that you need to access Barry’s work - but I claim the title of poems for mine, though without any rules…
Linda
Loves London life, lives locally
Longingly leers, lazily lolls
Linda learns Latin, Liberian, Luxemborgian
Leaving Liverpool, latently, loftily
Langourously loitering in Lime Stret
Lasciviously licking lollipop, lovely cocks
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August 2nd, 2004 | Residents, General, Reading Room, Diana Henebury | 4 comments