lamb on a
limb, he had acted real dim. No need to put a fine tooth
comb through the flat. My eyes started to
climb his remains. There was the telling fag ash
crumb on his chops - no use acting
dumb Mr Corpse! The
thumb is on the other foot now and it’s clearly beyond
numb. He was the
plumber turned
plumber turned
bomber and now was gonna, smoking as he’d turned on the tap.
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