Harry and Morris were together all those twenty years

Theirs was not the Oxford of dreaming spires;

not screaming tyres,

but purring, perfect, permanence.

And then,

and then.......

The legacy of.....

Countless years of........

Stirring and striking,

destructive infighting;

poor Morris died.

No nightmares for the spires,

just Harry pined

No more would his hands

caress t...

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