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we’re both getting old,
but she still has dignity and desirability
and a demure sensuality and
all I have is a cough
don’t like restaurants
are full of people
who could have stayed
at home and cooked
jumps out of bed
what have you done
  with my *******
she says
I’m late for work
  they’re on the floor
  next to my socks
if I remember
  correctly
last night       ..
why call murderers butchers,
    when we get our lamb chops
from the butchers, and very nice they are, too
    few, those old shops   ..
the angry knocking
and the insistence
I open the door

couldn’t help wondering
what was behind it
a man of letters
who pens
upon
trivial matters in convivial inns
where his life is spent
almost invariably
in tatters       ..
love to walk alone
through the city
streets are not just for grown
ups a daisy!
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