Stroll any road,
Pause by a flower bed,
Where e’re you go
You’ve a target
On your head.
This world is cold and
Evil’s bold;
Each turn you take
May well be
The last
You’ll make.…
Assorted verse, analyses, opinions and instructions on how to improve the Multiverse.
Saturday 17 April 2021
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