Tuesday, 14 July 2009

While we're on the subject ...

... may we at Hawker's Pot present a poem by the above?


The Conjunction

It flies by night. It drinks no blood
From horrid gaping bloody cut.
It hunts its hapless victim down
Then lets her go. It is a vampire but.
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