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Aug 2014
I've hauled my boyhood master -
old Mr Television down the stairsΒ Β 

Now he blinks and stammers on the pavement  
even though he's not plugged in

But someone's tapping at my window -
who is she here - who leans into my room?

Long-limbed she is and dressed in green
as the mountain-ash in summer

And I climb into her arms beneath a single star - O
Mr Television - if you could see me now!
Written by
John Romford
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