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The Yeung Sing Hotel
There are no young at the Yeung Sing hotel,
only those who grew old, singing for their supper,
or was it breakfast? For night turns to day, turns to night,
waiting to break fast, to break bread, to break owt
of the Yeung Sing Hotel where the hands of the clock stand still
like the ends of the arms of the chef who mans the grill.
Daylight saving seems a concept made in h...
Saturday 2nd April 2011 2:18 pm
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