As they sipped by the fire hearth pigs basted for Christmas. Two of the crowd devils robes in sheeps litmus. Four arms you will rest as pigs swill I detest and the Anzac lives on across town, forget lest.. Who turned the tidal wave of your horror. You cannot kill what cannot be killed.. why? 😂That’s for me to know and for you to eat swill…
Chris CanhamÂ