Britta Kallevang

westminster



a bar held
sin sun
fees wind him
a way things
walk on
a day a day
you air land
on bud
bar a fee for
chess is too
much
pip in life
wuff wuff
strewn across
      canvas
buffalo hair
down to the roots
which planet did
that guy with
the dancy blue wig
cry by
that crab has an eye tic
too much 
to cigs makes too much take
visits body that
hill past hell
many coins
coins and cigs
all an act column
an act
call him
two too

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