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The Telly Is Shite
I really shouldn’t give a toss But the telly is fucking dross I brace myself, pick up the remote Land on a soap; generic, inchoate And immediately my thoughts float, Like Libyans fleeing on a leaky boat Switch over to … Continue reading →
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