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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare


Deeply pessimistic malt whisky lover needs someone to wake him from the nightmare currently ranging across the world. A good hard slap should do it.

Nick Allen

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verandahs sag like jowls on street corners
these multi-coloured meringues disintegrate daily

the red-tiled roofs slant as walls bandy-leg under the strain
without recourse to an architect's board or a plumb bob

Under a baking sun the early morning school kids chant
of A-B-C-D floats from behind a whitewashed wall

carried on the strum of the teachers guitarthe tall white
wedding-cake churchgleams on a hilltop over the town like

St Peter in his glory keeping tally of the sinners and the sinned against
in this bizarrely Catholic cornerof this distinctly other land