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Tuesday, August 26, 2014
BOLLOCKS
by Marc Carver
I leave the pub and walk past a house to my car
"It is all a load of bollocks, bollocks bollocks bollocks."
I hear someone say from behind the curtains.
"You are right about that."
I say
but get no reply
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