SaltA Poem by JP thinks the WC is aptly namedSmells of fat and salt and vinegar Wedge of lemon, crispy coating… The gift shop bristles with bright utensils And little engineers come flying out With their consignment of buckets and spades Rushing towards the sand To find the perfect spot For little projects Gulls circle overhead Fixated Fascinated Watching intently Theirs is the clearest view But perhaps what holds them is in fact the Smell of fat and salt and vinegar © 2013 JP thinks the WC is aptly named |
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1 Review Added on February 22, 2013 Last Updated on February 22, 2013 AuthorJP thinks the WC is aptly namedA place submerged in alcohol, where one must breathe through straws, United KingdomAboutIS SEVERELY FUCKED OFF THAT THIS SITE APPEARS TO HAVE MURDERED HIS WRITING YET AGAIN! Five Minute FictionOct 1, 2008 - Dec 1, 2008 Science Fiction, babyApr 4, 2008 - Jul 4, 2008 In my beginning.. more..Writing
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