Swill and finding out…

Swill and finding out…

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? đŸ˜‚That’s for me to know and for you to eat swill…

Chris Canham 

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