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‘Picasso’s not all he’s cracked up to be.’
He’d had a few by then, but understood
The dangers of hype and adulation
Of the spineless, unconditional kind.
We were on the last train from Fenchurch Street;
Among the massed drunks now quiet or depressed,
The air was thick with smoke and rancid ale.
At first, when he leant over to my side,
I groaned, half-expecting some hard-luc...
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