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70 "Scampi and chips!?, why'I'll stick to me caviar, pet." * June, July, Sept, Oct 1979 |
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Here then, in this wood which does not exist, the first flighty daydream: So tell me, doctor, should the brimstone haired sulphur yellow prefer the prettily posturing peacock to the doughty red admirable will time still the pomp, the performance, to simple sad circumstance; will we all find ourselves fluttering - flapping frivolously - reduced to fragmented fritillaries, in carpet slippers, daytime TV, feigned bonhomie, canned laughter, vacancy....? (Words - Spring 2020) |