Craic & Codology

JOHNNY GOTTA POEM POEM

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Imelda Makespeare Ah Dubbalin Me mind is troublin’ Me heart is broken Goin’ from rockabilly To the spoken Woord. Do not go gentle Into that good night, Instead of a band to Send you home sweatin’ What you’re gettin’ Is this poetry shite. Street poems,... Read more »

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