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Logical Progression
Sit a plenty.
Washboard stomach trounced by the lout on the couch.
Once a strong man.
Now a gone man, soul singing alone.
Wastermaker.
Crisp packets are ashtrays around here.
Chipboard walls.
A plasterboard disaster falls on the floor in the hall.
Mummy's clean boy.
Eyebagged and shaking, craving more.
Brains are not lacking but are the problem up there.
Washboard stomach trounced by the lout on the couch.
Once a strong man.
Now a gone man, soul singing alone.
Wastermaker.
Crisp packets are ashtrays around here.
Chipboard walls.
A plasterboard disaster falls on the floor in the hall.
Mummy's clean boy.
Eyebagged and shaking, craving more.
Brains are not lacking but are the problem up there.
Published 13th Oct 2016
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