Ivory, Peacocks
Nodding by the fire
I leant on a gate
Today we have the naming of parts
Don't ask ME!
Oh, I have slipped the pull of earth
For a journey, a journey, such a long journey
Small lawns, small people, and echoing TVs
Only the monstrous anger
They've closed the new road, try the valley
Badgers
No prayers, no bells
Bloody men are like bloody scooters
I got on a half-empty train
PING!
We walked all day through a tall, swaying heat
His black heart
He did not wear his scarlet coat
I have been so great a lover
The sky is good for flying, Mrs Jones
Among long-discarded vestments
I remember, I remember
SNAKE!
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