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Odeboyz: The Poetry Workhouse

                                       The Odeboyz Poetry Workhouse Winds howling, frost- clad pavements, Trees bowed over with snow and worry, Fingertips chilled, nose frozen, Body numbed, battered into submission. Drink saturated Christmas brain cries, “Enough!” Poets paralysed, jaded, doomed A Grande Armee of … Continue reading

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