Helen McCookerybook
Papa Was A Rolling Pin.
Tuesday, June 20, 2017
Pigeons, 2017
'Stupid bugger, you steooopid bug-ger, you styoopid bugger...', chanted the wood pigeons from the bushes as I struggled up the hill in the heat with my guitar.
'Am I?', I wondered out loud, but I don't think they heard me.
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