ANGLE

There was a time when the angle of your dander meant  almost as much as the stoke in your poke but never enough. Back then there were standards, he thought, ready to torch the twelfth bonfire. But standards have fallen, he thought. for Chrissakes, some of these boys are racists.


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Published on July 08, 2017 19:25
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Postcard from a Pigeon

Dermott Hayes
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