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Sweet Shop Drunks

Christopher Barnes

Ganga whaps his guts, then a fist.

He?s partial to an icing shower

And rests treacle sleepy

After humbugs in a bag.


Sun dips, spark-glinting.


Harlequinade public spirits

Overstep the homeless.

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