A Long Winter’s Night 2016 – Day 4: Pickled Bollocks, a Tale of Hospitality
Randy | December 24, 2016
Pickled Bollocks By LFM To speak the sins deserving death Calls not for but a single breath, And of those few, that hated most Falls hard on who betrays his host. ‘Twas in the dead of Winter’s grasp My callused hand released the hasp Upon my door near end of day To find a man […]