crap on his shoulder
an ill-fated limerick
before he went to court
everything in his life was made of a gold sort
beautiful, young, talented wife
became a subject used in strife
when he finally unlearned to exercise his manly forte
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Inspired by “Three Colours: White” by Krzysztof Kieślowski
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BA in Cultural Studies
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