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Quarry Hill Flats

these days you order on line

vans implement your wishes

no cash shall change hands

for suds or tempting dishes

 

different when I was a lad

delivery boy on black bike

box of groceries out front

what immobile ladies like

 

up stone stairs and knock

"come in for a cup of tea!"

listening to old loneliness

smells of body odour, pee

 

dreaded old Mrs Granelli

siren aged seventy-three

negligee and absent bra

my groin turned to a tree

 

needed a hand on her lap

plied with Co-op brandy

breasts out for massage

said I was big and handy

 

busy van drivers of today

do you enjoy such thrills?

tipsy cycle back, florin tip

for sperm on ancient frills

 

 

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