Black Boots, Brown Boots
A book, but not as we know it, Jim
Ditch
Cat in a hat
Beneath the Rubble
A Sanctimony of Popes
Moon, Bird, heat
A house full of trees, A hundred horses
Madeleine
His secretary is crying
Very little blood
The ploughman and his plough
FINGER
After the singing, after the crying
Flat White
Gold letter on her front, she sound Polish
Sorry, is that yours?
NAIL
It’ll be another couple of minutes
BISCOTTO
After Making Love We Hear Footsteps
CRISP
If all men are rapists, then all women are typists!
The stars beneath our feet
Black Wednesday
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