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Sep 2019
Somebody, for his silk-soft ***,
would need a golden toilet
to sit on, cozily smoking grass,
though "the pigs might easily spoil it";
a man of action he surely was,
notwithstanding his qualms (because
raised by nuns) he lent his hand
to the saving of treasures of the land.
(Far-fetched though the role of the late PM be,
he sure would have farted contentedly.)


https://edition.cnn.com/style/article/uk-blenheim-palace-gold-toilet-scli-gbr-intl/index.html
Written by
Jón Valur Jensson  70/M/Reykjavik
(70/M/Reykjavik)   
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