Jul 2021
Stirring the brew,
Breathing the fog,
Cooking tomorrow,
With a great deal of slog.
Boiling and poaching
A raw, shellless existence.
Percolating my prospects,
With erratic persistence.
Breathing the fog,
Cooking tomorrow,
With a great deal of slog.
Boiling and poaching
A raw, shellless existence.
Percolating my prospects,
With erratic persistence.
(London)
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