<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428416" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Spit, Sawdust and The Farcicle Spaghetti Western</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Last night within the spit and sawdust of..<br>The White Horse...(public house) <br>Swinging tail<br>Whilst I chose to sail<br>Far too... close to the wind, smiling at.<br>Friend foe and bartenders<br>As I dived need er ly<br>Within the whit/ering beer goggles<br>Of vodka and whatever...<br>I mean after all... after the shit day we'd had<br>Lost a home gained a flat, lost said flat..<br>Crap...<br>Homeless in two weeks</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet in sane day<br>Finding another flat<br>Not bad but drat...wasn't exactly the hovel of my dreams<br>So<br>I chose to swim in vodka<br>Heaven<br>Not a care in the world until<br>I noticed two fellas brawling out of the mens toilets<br>And it was as beautiful as a contemporary ballet...<br>One had a dark shaved head<br>So I was gone<br>Smack bang<br>In the middle<br>As on the way through<br>I thought it was my man<br>Getting pummeled and pounded<br>And I could hardly just stand and watch<br>Between two fiery charged up men<br>I stood as punches past over and round<br>My head<br>I do<br>Believe my fists flew too<br>As my right hand hurts now.<br>But it was good honest fun<br>And I was dragged off by my man<br>A bit of spit sawdust and blood is as old as religion...<br>So ill hang my head in shame and smile at the floor...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Karen+Sinclair">Karen Sinclair</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428416" data-title="Spit, Sawdust and The Farcicle Spaghetti Western de Karen Sinclair" data-description="Last night within the spit and sawdust of.. The White Horse...(public house) Swinging tail Whilst I chose to sail Far too... close to the wind, smiling at. Friend foe and bartenders As I dived need er ly Within the whit/ering beer goggles Of vodk..."></div> </div> </div>

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