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Robot City

Robot City

A Poem by David Lewis Paget


I live in the city of Wanna-Be In the State of Much-Too-Hard, And watch for the all If-Only folk Who stick to their own backy..
That Cloud Looks Like an Angel

That Cloud Looks Like an Angel

A Story by Collabent Crutch


Some surly, dark-humoured scratch about human frailty- takes place on a hot moldered afternoon in the groin of the city on a patch of grass.