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Monday, 8 December 2014

Recalcitrance

A pillock is a pillock but sometimes the rays
Of the the sunny forecast smother the truth.
It's hard to see through the soggy, misty mire
But eventually, you see, the pillock shines through.
Posted by Peter Bickerton at 23:26
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