I said bip
them at the roundabout
this morning and you did there’s
still the union automatically
a long link in the chain when
we were
both illegal people rummaging
in
the trick box of respectability
for this hat or that
so skilled at hiding
and illusion that there
was no room
for hobbies sport daytime we lived in
waiting rooms dress-ups
and the bell went for the lights fade
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