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I've known many stairs

Rising to strange places

Where joy roams free

A blur of female faces


Stairs can feel unreal

From drink and hurry

Chasing hot rump in a

Scented hectic flurry


Drink risks a frisson

Tumbling down stairs

Scrambles your wits

Impedes your affairs


Some boast a bend

Others climb straight

Either route is urgent

Desire will not wait


Trousers at half-mast

Its always the same

On the landing, now

What was her name?


Bungalows are better

Easier to track your foe

Like Hilda in Halifax

A widow with vertigo



◄ Horizons Dont Wait For Anyone

Chiropody ►


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