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putting the world to rights.

tea and biscuits later

a little sip of wine right now

red-carpeted ammonites

swirl

in the limestone floor and

a tray of sweaty coins waft by

the musty bible smell

- I love the smell of musty bibles in the morning -

 

woken from my reveries by William Tell

on someone's mobile

a blast from the past

Kemo Sabe no less

 - no joined-up thinking here

whilst they're purring secret worlds into my head

these gushing gossiping gargoyles

in pink rinses

in pacamacs

in 4711

 

now we're deconstructing Charlie Drake

and Mr Pew

and putting the world to rights.