McBee found a girl
He had skin like stripped wallpaper
Billie is three and his Mum ought to love him
This morning I thought I saw a Puffin
I woke, naked, in Marks & Spencer's
RAT
We need to go in, we need to go down
Love makes old things look different, coffee taste better
The had a log-cabin in a place called Swastika
My brother is asleep downstairs
We suffer and it is just below the surface
Prussian
About four o'clock the child wakes, car headlights run round the walls
Wales closed this morning
Here is a not-very-poisonous apple
I stumbled upon a tribe who only laughed
PINK!
Long, long ago when the world was wild
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