Sunday, 6 January 2013

Dusty Jones                                                                                                                                                            dustman moves.
Hanging 'round a touch on
The roughest dealers in
East London, Fook Uff

Beautiful chastity..I grant you may know me..sweet nectar of innocence, swirling around the brain

so wrong in
my concept of Wellington.

Theres nobody on the playing fields
Except for dogs and crows are automatically disqualified as soon as you step into the third class carriage.
Dusty Jones,
Take the charcoal with the bone,
Rough with the smooth,
melancholy with the ebouilliant.....

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