Poetry – Playing Dirty January 5, 2021January 6, 2021 | marandarussell Where I come from blood and names mean nothing and sworn oaths even less. But prized most of all is that old art of playing dirty - so dirty no one else can even see the game. - marandarussell.com Share this:FacebookTwitterLinkedInPinterestTumblrEmailPrintLike this:Like Loading...