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It's Poets Day
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Anyone up for an early drink?
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Scrambled eggs and whisky
in the false-dawn light. the AB site
a sweet chatter town, bleak, God knows,
but sweet. Sometimes. And
weren't we fine tonight?
When McMouse set up that limping
treble roll behind me
my horn just growled and I
thought my liver would burst.
And Jogger J. pressing with the
soft stick and Tilly and chichi
singing low. Here we are now
in the White Hart, leaning
on one another, too tired
to go home. But don't say a word,
don't tell a soul, they wouldn't
understand, they couldn't, never
in a million years, how fine,
how magnificent we were
in that old AB club today.
Scrambled eggs and whisky
in the false-dawn light. the AB site
a sweet chatter town, bleak, God knows,
but sweet. Sometimes. And
weren't we fine tonight?
When McMouse set up that limping
treble roll behind me
my horn just growled and I
thought my liver would burst.
And Jogger J. pressing with the
soft stick and Tilly and chichi
singing low. Here we are now
in the White Hart, leaning
on one another, too tired
to go home. But don't say a word,
don't tell a soul, they wouldn't
understand, they couldn't, never
in a million years, how fine,
how magnificent we were
in that old AB club today.
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So many in their time have come and gone
Adrift amidst the maelstrom of the day
That in their final hour have lost and won
Sad victims in a diabolic play
Though all is whimsy, some may yet remain
Their armour strong, their wit honed sharp as night
Occasionally some may yet entertain
And drive the ghouls still soulless to the light
Adrift amidst the maelstrom of the day
That in their final hour have lost and won
Sad victims in a diabolic play
Though all is whimsy, some may yet remain
Their armour strong, their wit honed sharp as night
Occasionally some may yet entertain
And drive the ghouls still soulless to the light