Meadowhead Bard

Random and surreal poetry satire and short stories.

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  • Games

    Ten thousand years ago, when I was knee high to a dustbin, there was no such thing as electrickery let alone games powered by it. We used to throw rocks at each other, the last surviving rock was the winner. GamesThe only games I play, are the games that matterI play games with the deluded,… Read more