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Early! For a given time zone, at least. Weekly written word.
Ode to it all Oh what shall minds new discover in the ashes of old times, our times? A heaping sod of bollocks, probably. (Or was it a sodding heap? Probably.) And good! Stupidity lets rising tides select where drifts … Continue reading
Posted in Responses to fiction, Tuesday poems
Tagged humanity as is, Pratchett, soldiering
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