Thatcham Era October Blast Prompts 16 (06-10) 08:15
366 Filthy outside
367 Ducking below fifteen stone
368 The women I remember
369 She was in America
370 Gaviscon
371 How all this connects, I do not know
372 Found hung, and all so useless, pointless
373 Sometimes it's just words
374 A duvet over your legs
375 I find the occasional eyeball
376 Slumped in a thousand pound chair
377 Connect my parts; I can be back together
378 Today worries me, tomorrow is frightening
379 Walking in the Rain
380 That's why between the thighs matters so heavily
382 Rain barrels filled with flesh
382 I feel the need to steal something, to kick a dog, to stare
383 There have been some deaths; there will be more
384 Give me some elbow-room and I will make grease
385 Your BP on the internet
386 I would like to hide here, is that OK with you?
387 Some will beg. Some will defy us, hate in their dying eyes.
388 They have a different God, all bets are off.
389 This is the fourth time I have tried to explain
390 A small bird
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