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  • Bad day at hanging rock

    June 7, 2021

    I nearly stayed in bed all day. I did, I closed my eyes and hid. My monsters poked and laughed at me. What was their beef? I couldn’t see. →

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Adam Adamson produced all of his work from 2012 because of his separation from the British Army. The colour of the uniform clashed with his eyes..

He published a story or two in a local magazine and continues to harass the internet with his on the spot poetry (no editing required) He’s a crap dad but hey, even God shagged someone else’s wife.

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