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Sunday, 23 September 2018

Four Walls

Are these the trappings
A room to oneself
In the middle of the day

A room with French windows
Overlooking a garden
With birdsong and roses

I am also conscious
That I could have painted
The canvasses on these walls

I am though less conscious
Of my purpose; or of
What it is, which draws me here


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Saturday, 22 September 2018

Love

There was a table
Now there is no table
Was there a water feature
There is one now
But unkempt, and overgrown

There was laughter
Most supportive
And much appreciated

There were children
Playing hide and seek
Also other games too
Which they had invented
All by themselves


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Friday, 21 September 2018

Change Has Occurred

This time will be different
For now you don’t know
What you bring with you

You don’t know what you seek
Or how you might seek it
Except that contemplation

Yes, contemplating, meditating
That might help, and yes
The writing is a good contribution

So simply to be aware
To take notes, to write down
All of the possibilities


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Thursday, 20 September 2018

All Of The Why

Why be here
Why be drawn
To reflect on that time
Of thirteen years ago

Except that
That you believe that that time
Changed you
Took away some of your angst

They let you talk, let you play
Let you become someone
Who for so so long
You had forgotten to be


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Wednesday, 19 September 2018

Trappist

Cool cool water
Seasonal salad
Mother and daughter
With an Irish ballad

Through black Black Mountain
To pools so still
A spider in the fountain
The end of your rill

Out through the window
On the lightest of breezes
Lay your love low
Take care of the creases

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Tuesday, 18 September 2018

Stitching Detector

At the halfway point
Of Section One
The thinning line
In the weakest font

As if the rage does burn
When the one door closes
At the turn of the tide
Bless the blight of the roses

Still I go, slow and sure
Into the deeper obsession
Trapped; so wild, so pure
Without doubt, or oppression


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Monday, 17 September 2018

Dining Room (Nearby)

The noise picks up
As lunchtime begins
The gong surely sounds
For the love you bring

The queues slowly shuffle
As the trolleys pass by
Conversations start to rustle
As the poets quietly sigh

And still you avoid
The everyday invitation
Your words without shape
Are hurtful to creation



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Sunday, 16 September 2018

Common Room

French conversation
Overheard somewhere near
Did I ever doubt
That you knew I would be here

Rag laid, oranges and creams
With sculptures too
How easily you do settle
In anywhere remotely new

White clouds float by
Across those skies of blue
There is no longer any fear
As I write these words for you



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Saturday, 15 September 2018

& Buts

I wouldn’t have
You, I think you’ll agree
You would have
We, together or apart

We couldn’t have
Though, perhaps
In another life
Yes, maybe we could have



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Friday, 14 September 2018

Ifs

I most certainly would have
You probably wouldn’t have
I most absolutely should have
You quite likely shouldn’t have

I surely could have
You as it happens
Couldn’t have
I, looking back

Shouldn’t have
You, on reflection
Maybe should have
I, I hope you know



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Thursday, 13 September 2018

Darling, Winter’s Over

I didn’t really know
Neither did you say
I hadn’t seen the show
Nor felt the need to pray

I didn’t want to go
But wasn’t welcome to stay
It wasn’t for me though
For you to have your own way

I listened, to the song of the snow
By the American stray
When the blackbird said hello
And blue skies turned to grey


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Wednesday, 12 September 2018

Scents And Notes

From the scent of life
And the smiles of the faith
To the beauty of strife
And the needs of the waif
O to that place; so so far away

From the imagined mind
And the similes of lust
To the wondrous find
And the song of musk
O to that place; so so far away

To the scent of life
And the imagined mind
O to that place; so so far away



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Tuesday, 11 September 2018

Early Bird

As the day begins
And the night ends
With the start of sins
Become the best of friends

At the first of light
And the last of dark
To the shores of sight
With the morning lark

With breath to draw
Also cold water to wash
To the carrion crow
Before the life we squash


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Monday, 10 September 2018

Look

A lightness
And a darkness
With a selflessness
Which holds sway

A vagueness
And a sharpness
With a shadowiness
That simply will not  go away

A sureness
And a doubtfulness
With a hopefulness
At least for the rest of the day


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Sunday, 9 September 2018

Shop Till You Drop

In a deep velvet chair
In front of
A bloody great big mirror

Waiting, while
A new top is tried on
To match the recently gifted skirt

Of course
Neither the style, nor the fit
Or even the colour

Are quite to the liking
Of her best friend

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Saturday, 8 September 2018

Cube 7: Bottom, front, top, back, right, left

No change in circumstances
Yours, Amanda from Prudential
She reminds one of Georgina Clough (fifty years back)
Because Georgina’s father was also in insurance

And that’s the annual review over
A letter will be in the post
4% is the expected growth after charges
No change in circumstances

And that’s the annual review over
Have another good year
Be thankful for the last one
Be more thankful for the next one

Be more thankful for the next one
And may your health improve
May your frozen shoulder be cured
Because Georgina’s father was also in insurance

Be thankful for the last one
4% is the expected growth after charges
May your frozen shoulder be cured
She reminds one of Georgina Clough (fifty years back)

Have another good year
A letter will be in the post
And may your health improve
Yours, Amanda from Prudential


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Friday, 7 September 2018

Cube 7: Left, bottom, front, top, back, right

Bound up
In the dark dawn
Of deep introspection
Freed up

By the light-hearted
Freed up
By the blue-sky thinkers
Little fluffy clouds

Of outright avoidance
In the dark dawn
Where real stuff happens
By the light-hearted

Of outright avoidance
Bound up
Take to the hills
Take to the valleys

Take to the valleys
Of deep introspection
Where all might not be imagined
Little fluffy clouds

Take to the hills
Where real stuff happens
Where all might not be imagined
By the blue-sky thinkers


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Thursday, 6 September 2018

Cube 7: Right, left, bottom, front, top, back

On the home straight
Half a box of boxes to go
It’s been a fun journey
Not only for me

No, others have joined in
Taken the idea to their hearts
Shoehorned in their old poems
Even begun anew; completely fresh stuff

Or older stuff on a new canvas
Even begun anew; completely fresh stuff
Not only for me
But in the spirit of collaboration

In the life of the moment
Taken the idea to their hearts
Half a box of boxes to go
Or older stuff on a new canvas

In the life of the moment
No, others have joined in
On the home straight
To loud applause and cheers

To loud applause and cheers
Shoehorned in their old poems
It’s been a fun journey
But in the spirit of collaboration


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Wednesday, 5 September 2018

Cube 6: Bottom, right, top, back, left, front

Too sensitive by half
Way too insensitive to boot
The introverted extrovert
The pessimistic optimist

The caricature of character
The player of many parts
The part of many players
The introverted extrovert

The disguise of disappearance
The re-appearance without thought
The caricature of character
The expression of express reaction

The expression of express reaction
Slow down now why don’t you
The part of many players
The pessimistic optimist

The re-appearance without thought
Let be what will be
Slow down now why don’t you
Way too insensitive to boot

The disguise of disappearance
Let be what will be
The player of many parts
Too sensitive by half

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Tuesday, 4 September 2018

Cube 6: Front, bottom, right, top, back, left

The reality is here
And he is the only one
Even in the chattering silence
Which cannot be denied

Which cannot be denied
Even if
Even if no one reads this
Or no one is thinking anymore

About the good old days
Even in the chattering silence
Even with left-field thinking
Even if no one reads this

The reality is here
Here, deep in self-denial
About the good old days
Or hopes for the future

Or hopes for the future
With footsteps on warm beaches
Even with left-field thinking
Or no one is thinking anymore

Here, deep in self-denial
And he is the only one
With footsteps on warm beaches
Even if


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Monday, 3 September 2018

Cube 6: Left, front, bottom, right, top, back

Listening to Richard Hawley
Do you remember Coles Corner
The fence is left leaning
The clematis being such a weight

And Tonight the streets are ours
Do you remember Coles Corner
When The Old Stables
Were not even a dream

Were not even a dream
The clematis being such a weight
Yet we chose the Velux windows
To let in the light

To let in the cooler air
When The Old Stables
They did not have their new roof
Yet we chose the Velux windows

And Tonight the streets are ours
Listening to Richard Hawley
To let in the cooler air
But only when opened

But only when opened
The fence is left leaning
They did not have their new roof
To let in the light


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Sunday, 2 September 2018

Cube 6: Back, left, front, bottom, right, top

Another day for freedom to begin
Past items moved into storage
Hurtful words also shelved
As though in their darkness they might set him free

In between that day and this
As though I may try to explain it
Past items moved into storage
A void of a man, a gap of a man

A traveller without expression
As though I may try to explain it
Words of love, yet so well hidden
As to become words of something quite different

As to become words of something quite different
A void of a man, a gap of a man
A man denying his own closure
As though in their darkness they might set him free

Open his face up to the four winds
Words of love, yet so well hidden
Hurtful words also shelved
A man denying his own closure

A traveller without expression
In between that day and this
Open his face up to the four winds
Another day for freedom to begin


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Saturday, 1 September 2018

Cube 6: Top, back, left, front, bottom, right

Nothing is there now
Except the certainty
The absolute meaning of nothing at all
Nothing should be certain

Nothing should be certain
Is itself worthy of repetition
Is itself worthy of dwelling upon
Take a few moments longer to ponder

Accept the certainty
Welcome the faint new light shining
Is itself worthy of repetition
Yes, so so worth looking again

Nothing is there now
Welcome the faint new light shining
A smile which tries to say I love you
An enigma, of the enigmatic kind

An enigma, of the enigmatic kind
Yes, so so worth looking again
If you have read any or all of those books
Take a few moments longer to ponder

The absolute meaning of nothing at all
A smile which tries to say I love you
Is itself worthy of dwelling upon
If you have read any or all of those books


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Friday, 31 August 2018

Cube 6: Right, top, back, left, front, bottom

Taking time to just be
Come with me
Care of the soul
Calm ease smile breathe

Stillness speaks
Siddhartha
Taking time to just be
The quest for meaning

The quest for meaning
The lost art of being happy
Care of the soul
The Celestine Prophecy

Siddhartha
The invitation
The lost art of being happy
Zen mind, beginner’s mind

Stillness speaks
The invitation
Come with me
Mankind who searches of and for himself

Mankind who searches of and for himself
Zen mind, beginner’s mind
Calm ease smile breathe
The Celestine Prophecy


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Thursday, 30 August 2018

Cube 5: Front, right, back, top, left, bottom

Sat at the bar
On a bar stool
Waiting for a taxi
Waiting for a woman

A woman who recently telephoned
Waiting for a taxi
To ask if she ought to come over
Yes, she asked, did she ought to come over

Of course you said yes
With a hint of delirium you said yes
To ask if she ought to come over
Yes, yes; yes, absolutely you should come over

Sat at the bar
Now somewhat excited
A woman who recently telephoned
Of course you said yes

Now somewhat excited
On a bar stool
With a hint of delirium you said yes
Indeed spilling over with excitement

Waiting for a woman
Indeed spilling over with excitement
Yes, she asked, did she ought to come over
Yes, yes; yes, absolutely you should come over


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Wednesday, 29 August 2018

Cube 5: Bottom, front, right, back, top, left

One white house
On one long road
One closed door
The one, who is now unapproachable, was abroad

One intense summer
One new-life louse
One spiritual destiny
One white house

From one tourniquet
One spiritual destiny
Sold for eternity
One closed door

To one line dance
In a life of chance
Sold for eternity
The one, who is now unapproachable, was abroad

One intense summer
One lost soul doing a runner
From one tourniquet
To one line dance

One lost soul doing a runner
One new-life louse
In a life of chance
On one long road


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Tuesday, 28 August 2018

Cube 5: Left, bottom, front, right, back, top

The red telephone box is gone
Only a small square
Of flattened tar-macadam remains
Of those cross-channel love conversations

Someone once told me
Of those cross-channel love conversations
Where the calf acts as a second heart
Pumping blood around the body

Should either of these stories be true
Only a small square
Of remains would be a fine thing
Someone once told me

A place for a fountain
Of remains would be a fine thing
A place for a patch of freesias
Where the calf acts as a second heart

A scent, a memory of skin on skin
Of flattened tar-macadam remains
A place for a patch of freesias
Pumping blood around the body

Should either of these stories be true
The red telephone box is gone
A place for a fountain
A scent, a memory of skin on skin


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Monday, 27 August 2018

Cube 5: Top, left, bottom, front, right, back

Sunshine soddened Friday afternoon
Soft sands, rippled for the weekend
Cigarettes packed in cabin baggage
Travelling from sun to sun

Soft sands, rippled for the weekend
Departure lounge, arrival hall
Always waiting, always kissed on greeting
Time will have its way, always, and true

The gift of time, the gift of you
Time will have its way, always, and true
There is no restraint
There need be no need for restraint

Sunshine soddened Friday afternoon
Departure lounge, arrival hall
Are we coming, are we going
The gift of time, the gift of you

Cigarettes packed in cabin baggage
Are we coming, are we going
Warm skin, bare warm skin
There is no restraint

Travelling from sun to sun
Always waiting, always kissed on greeting
Warm skin, bare warm skin
There need be no need for restraint


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Sunday, 26 August 2018

Cube 5: Back, top, left, bottom, front, right

Eight miles to the coast
Every day an early morning trek
Eight miles seeing more than most
The artist's tools are his deck

Not prose nor poems be they be
Yet invitingly descriptive
Of that route to the sea
Eight miles to the coast

Yet invitingly descriptive
His style prescribes the daily plea
Every day an early morning trek
Capturing the minutest single speck

Amid the vastness of creativity
Capturing the minutest single speck
On these the flat-lands of Lincolnshire
The artist's tools are his deck

Not prose nor poems be they be
His style prescribes the daily plea
Founded on the sandstones of life
Amid the vastness of creativity

Of that route to the sea
Founded on the sandstones of life
Eight miles seeing more than most
On these the flat-lands of Lincolnshire


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Saturday, 25 August 2018

Cube 5: Right, back, top, left, bottom, front

I wish I had a river to skate on
O that I had heard the silence
On the ice floats of the North Pole
In the spring of summertime

My neighbour begins to build
I wish I had peace to wait on
On the ice floats of the North Pole
Darkness now so slight delayed

I wish I had moved the hour on
To play the midnight play
I wish I had a river to skate on
My neighbour begins to build

To play the midnight play
Never since, and never yet
I wish I had peace to wait on
Nowhere else, and nowhere near

As we found where we belong
Nowhere else, and nowhere near
In the spring of summertime
Darkness now so slight delayed

I wish I had moved the hour on
Never since, and never yet
O that I had heard the silence
As we found where we belong


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Friday, 24 August 2018

Cube 4: Top, right, left, back, front, bottom

In that place of nowhere knowing
With those footsteps steadfast going
To that dance of girls a throwing
In that place of nowhere knowing

To that dance of girls a throwing
Here we go our oats a sowing
Smiling eyes and cheeks all glowing
As if the morning cockerel crowing

With those footsteps steadfast going
To the west wind wildly blowing
Step by step our beauty showing
In that place of nowhere knowing

In that place of nowhere knowing
Step by step our beauty showing
Smiling eyes and cheeks all glowing
Hand in hand our lust is growing

In that place of nowhere knowing
To the west wind wildly blowing
Here we go our oats a sowing
Skin on skin with snowdrops snowing

Skin on skin with snowdrops snowing
In that place of nowhere knowing
As if the morning cockerel crowing
Hand in hand our lust is growing


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Thursday, 23 August 2018

Cube 4: Bottom, top, right, left, back, front

Let me take myself to you
Let you welcome me with deafened silence
Not a movement of branch or twig
Not a leaf in the breeze, nor a wave on the shore

Let me make myself alive within you
Let you find me hipper than before
Wearing every colour of the rainbow
Feeling the very tenderness of my skin

Wearing every colour of the rainbow
Catching every kiss I ever kissed
Every inside thigh I ever stroked
Not a movement of branch or twig

Let you find me hipper than before
Take me in the very way you take me
Shake me as you never shook me before
Let you welcome me with deafened silence

Feeling the very tenderness of my skin
Shake me as you never shook me before
Every inside thigh I ever stroked
Not a leaf in the breeze, nor a wave on the shore

Let me make myself alive within you
Take me in the very way you take me
Catching every kiss I ever kissed
Let me take myself to you


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Wednesday, 22 August 2018

Cube 4: Front, bottom, top, right, left, back

Through Regent’s Park
Heading for the canal
Which will take us
To Camden Lock

To Camden Lock
And Camden Market
To West Indian curries
With nitro (nitro-glycerine?) ice-creams

Through Regent’s Park
Where friends and families sojourn
A place a long way from our home
Where we carry on walking

A place a long way from our home
Which will take us
To a place you once knew
To West Indian curries

Where friends and families sojourn
Heading for the canal
To go through Little Venice
And Camden Market

Where we carry on walking
To go through Little Venice
To a place you once knew
With nitro (nitro-glycerine?) ice-creams


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Tuesday, 21 August 2018

Cube 4: Back, front, bottom, top, right, left

Waiting for the silence
Waiting in the moment
I hear the water from the dripping tap
Ringing out, on the spoon and the cereal bowl

Watching for awareness
Watching within my body
I scan those parts I feel
And those I feel more intently

And those I feel more intently
I treat with equanimity
I try to say: all is all is all the same
Ringing out, on the spoon and the cereal bowl

Watching for awareness
I try to be, I aim to be to be
A little bit of me to love a little bit of me
Waiting for the silence

A little bit of me to love a little bit of me
I scan those parts I feel
I hear the water from the dripping tap
I try to say: all is all is all the same

I try to be, I aim to be to be
Watching within my body
Waiting in the moment
I treat with equanimity


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Monday, 20 August 2018

Cube 4: Left, back, front, bottom, top, right

I was not at all disappointed
After all you did have something to say
Some words which you thought were worth revealing
Cutting to the quick

You did not hold back
Some words which you thought were worth revealing
And for that I thank you
Best there should be no misunderstanding

No false dawns with which to begin the day
After all you did have something to say
So, good to get it out into the open
Freedom from any lingering hopes, or doubts

Freedom from any lingering hopes, or doubts
Cutting to the quick
Your stormtroopers to the fore
Best there should be no misunderstanding

No false dawns with which to begin the day
I was not at all disappointed
Though I stopped a good way short of celebration
You did not hold back

Though I stopped a good way short of celebration
So, good to get it out into the open
And for that I thank you
Your stormtroopers to the fore


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Sunday, 19 August 2018

Cube 4: Right, left, back, front, bottom, top

They are an unlikely combination
She, so archaically well spoken
He, a foul-mouthed alcoholic
On the number thirteen bus

Travelling from Lords to central London
With his guitar and can of Tennant's extra
Offering many many thanks to the bus driver
They get off two stops before Selfridges

Walking there, for breakfast in the restaurant
With his guitar and can of Tennant's extra
He, a foul-mouthed alcoholic
Unable to sit in any peace at all

Are they old rock stars, from St John’s Wood?
Offering many many thanks to the bus driver
She, so archaically well spoken
Perhaps they have grown old and frail together

Perhaps they have grown old and frail together
They get off two stops before Selfridges
On the number thirteen bus
Unable to sit in any peace at all

Are they old rock stars, from St John’s Wood?
Travelling from Lords to central London
They are an unlikely combination
Walking there, for breakfast in the restaurant



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Saturday, 18 August 2018

Cube 3: Bottom, left, back, right, front, top

Only one original wall is to remain
The rest to be steel and glass
Bulletproof, and shatterproof, of course
With bathroom and cloaks by the entrance

The ground floor to be quasi open-plan
With three-metre high ceilings
And staircases to run up both sides
The rest to be steel and glass

All the way beyond the third floor
And staircases to run up both sides
Internal balconies to face the old wall
With bathroom and cloaks by the entrance

All of the bedrooms with a clear uninterrupted view
All the separation any house could wish for
Internal balconies to face the old wall
Bulletproof, and shatterproof, of course

Such that life could be compartmentalised
With three-metre high ceilings
All the separation any house could wish for
Only one original wall is to remain

Such that life could be compartmentalised
The ground floor to be quasi open-plan
All of the bedrooms with a clear uninterrupted view
All the way beyond the third floor


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Friday, 17 August 2018

Cube 3: Top, bottom, left, back, right, front

The noses are the big giveaway
Yes, the big noses are the giveaway
Both in his sculpture and his paintings
They have faces with ski-slope noses

And I say that with some confidence
Sat as I am
Opposite three of his nude women
All with pubic hair, and big noses

Yes, the big noses are the giveaway
Even if you didn’t know of his addiction
Not to tell of his drinking, and his fighting
Sat as I am

They have faces with ski-slope noses
Not to tell of his drinking, and his fighting
Even when he had become a father
All with pubic hair, and big noses

Both in his sculpture and his paintings
They spoke of his gay, and decadent life
Even when he had become a father
Opposite three of his nude women

The noses are the big giveaway
Even if you didn’t know of his addiction
They spoke of his gay, and decadent life
And I say that with some confidence


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Thursday, 16 August 2018

Cube 3: Front, top, bottom, left, back, right

Between the monuments of Lambeth Bridge
That is
On to the prettily pink painted Lambeth Bridge
A young man carries a haversack

Between the monuments of Lambeth Bridge
The woman, perhaps his mother, without his father
She pulls a gaudy, but colourful, suitcase
The sort only a divorcee would buy without thinking

A young man carries a haversack
I put one step in front of the other
Already today she and he have thought of him
We meanwhile have walked rather a long way

The woman, perhaps his mother, without his father
That is
To visit mosques, museums, and art galleries
I put one step in front of the other

The sort only a divorcee would buy without thinking
To visit mosques, museums, and art galleries
To take coffee and cakes, sat down by the river
We meanwhile have walked rather a long way

She pulls a gaudy, but colourful, suitcase
On to the prettily pink painted Lambeth Bridge
To take coffee and cakes, sat down by the river
Already today she and he have thought of him



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