HOW'S IT GONNA' BE
That you can see it's all going
to be nothing like you'd imagined.
To start with, they brought the
camel in sideways, and then by
two pm I had to home again.
-
Wraith-like monsters were
following me, a simple lad,
just trying to read Blake.
Chimney Sweep. Little Lamb.
Tyger Tyger. All that. Until I
ended up reading Eliot. Not
having known death had
undone so many. London
Bridge is falling down.
Time, gentlemen time.
I shall wear. My.
Trousers. Rolled.
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