Whatever comes to mind before I alter it with the overpaint of time. Mostly satire, poetry and fiction but occasional unreliable fact, as all facts seems to be today. From deepest Notting Hill. London.
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Monday, 25 July 2011
12 Bar Blues.
We fought
She left
guitily later I searched
the gold
the Star
Cock & Bottle
Ground Floor
Finches
Castle
Mau Mau
Muse Elgin
the Union
cow
& Westbourne
Of course I had a drink in each.
Now I've got the 12 bar blues & can't remember who I'm looking for.
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