HUM-DINGER
I lost myself along the Canopic
Way, where I'd gone to take a
long walk - solitary and silent,
I'd steadied myself to look, to
gawk. Colonnades and statuary
awed me, but what is Porphyry
I had to stop and ask myself
that it should be such a hue?
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'Eight chariots wide!', said some
guide I overheard from a little
distance away - he was trying
to impart some excitement to a
pretty dead group. They slurred
and walked along, muttering
something about food and
their stomachs. All this was
not to be lost on me.
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