Mama Bravo strikes again Laughing gaily they take their seatsout of the hostile winter freeze to enjoy the cheap rum of sunny Cubathe plane hurtles down the runwaypassengers getting ready for those free drinks BUT! snap, crackle poplike steel rice crispies No time for a screamwhat’s left of the bodieslies steaming in a fieldand looksContinue reading “Poetry Corner: “Mama Bravo strikes again””
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