You are going there
A while ago this might not have mattered
Or at any rate
Not carried any gravitas
For lovers, washed ashore, in separate states
This is simply the grandest fruit scone
Ever placed on any triangular plate
Trig points
In a bowl of reddest
Raspberry jam
And coffee
Served
In only the way of galleries
Cafés
Grand hotels
Art Houses
And the whole of Milan
All of this
More than, or less than important
In comparison to those other ways, or at any rate
Compared to those red-letter-days
At Bureau Veritas
For lovers, washed ashore, without packing crates
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