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Jars
Jam-jar mobile homes
For tiddlers as a kid,
I speculated in vain
Whither went the lid
Sweet student summer
Molten and strawberry
Castor candy foundry
Damson, grape, cherry
Blanched fruit in drums
Pectin sugar and colour,
Without which your jam
Would look much duller
Buff overalls crisply caked
Treacly crystallised hair,
Boss boilers wielding...
Tuesday 27th October 2020 10:52 am
Tutors
I was a student at the time so
Lodgings were par for the course
I'll never forget Balham and
Mrs Gleeson, or was it Gleeful?
She'd knock on my door late at night
Usually there was some pretext,
A dog barking or a creaking stair
Then she'd sit on the bed and
Offer me a fag
It was only a matter of time
Uninhibited is the only word
I was left covered in scratches
...Tuesday 5th May 2020 10:57 am
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