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Any Winter Saturday In Nineteen Seventy
Any Winter Saturday In Nineteen Seventy
multi-coloured, sweet, cloying battenberg
taking away the bitter taste of defeat
it’s yellow and pink uniformity
In sharp contrast to the soft curves of the settee
putting ones and two’s and crosses
next to the selections on the pools
a dirty yellow stain hangs over the chair
where my father coughs and splutters on his tea
blacks and whites and ...
Sunday 2nd February 2014 7:39 pm
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