KENTLINE DRIFT
The only miracle I ever witnessed
was you coming out of the sky, an
overhead wonder, a lamplight to my
eyes. If I ever believed in anything
- me who never believed in anything -
it would have to be everything at that
moment. We had it all, just like Bogie
and Bacall. Now the big fat room is a
big happy fella' and all that space never
goes to waste. Keep the Aspidistra flying
and see that nothing goes to rust. They
are building new lodgings on Marymont
Street; perhaps there's a place there for us.
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