The Black and Tans
1920 dirty hands
Don't need to be no genius
To see the heinous
Crimes I ain't
No saint
Either
Woudda preferred to talk to ya
Directly
But the reply button's
Gone missing
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Author:
Mutley Ravishes (
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Comments4
In my dullness this one seemed a bit cryptic but I loved the feel of the words and how they rolled out. A very pleasant feel to this read that has a bit of an aged feel.
It is a bit cryptic as in I wrote it to the guy himself, and at the same time to someone else we both know of. Now, now, Mutley. No need to be getting all triggered!
Well, at least, you rascal, this pretty little number echoing as it were a post from Saturday, gave me some interesting and enlightening research to indulge in before I belatedly caught your drift. Cute. Beautifully rendered with excellent imagery and a damning poignancy. Thank you for sharing, you rascal.
Thank you! The more you research, the worse it gets.
Great write
Thanks, Tony.
You're welcome
Well done, my friend!
Thank you. It seems almost nothing is what it seems!
Always. 💯
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