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Alone in a Jelly Mould Wasteland

Alone in a Jelly Mould Wasteland by Barry Fentiman Hall

The boardwalk that winds
            around the wolds of shingle
Is showing its age so soon
            Its Oz-like fools gold              silvers
Easing the feet of culture hound Dorothys
            who lack improv skills
Seeking the wizard behind the curtain
            only to find another curtain
It’s dead empty heart howls to me
            for attention

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