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Thursday, December 13, 2012
In Flanders Field Redux
Lord, whosoever said something like Ours is not to reason why Or other like inflated poppycock, Let him put his muzzle Where his blooming mouth is And shut the fuck up.
Whosoever laid peace as an egg has a mother to lend or the next misguided fundamentalist to raise because that is just the way the world hatches....
ReplyDeleteAs always love your work Vassilis
But there's always going to be some fool who's going to want to have a go, despite (or because of?) everything.
ReplyDelete...and some kinds of foolishness are worth persisting in.
ReplyDeleteI love the "blooming mouth", Vassilis.
We needed a shot of this over here. Spiky as it is, it made us laugh. A good beginning to the day.
Good to hear this went off with a bang, guys.
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