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Mrs Sisyphus
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Cards (8)
the
jerk
,
Kirk
, irk,
berk
He
might
as well
bark
Keen
as a
hawk
I
lie alone
in the
dark
My
voice reduced
to a
squawk
one
hundred percent
and more to his
work
a
load
of old
bollocks
no
sooner
up
than its
rolling
back
down