Down these mean streets
some real monks must go
they are not mean men
although they are hard men
ancient lanes divide
a lonely presence
the great circle plots
a whisky course
walking out with smoke
soaked in by the storm
we too prowl the streets
reflexes sometimes slow
writer, reasonable crab
it depends on the season.
I love this!
ReplyDeleteThank you, dear Efi.
Deleteit rings a bell
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DeleteNice parodies here Rob...and filmic sensation with after midnight music.
ReplyDeleteNice parodies here Rob...and filmic sensation with after midnight music.
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