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Discreet Disorder
larrylark

A statue of Sir Robert Peel
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gazes Impassively over the down at heel
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town centre square,
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precariously topped by a traffic cone
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slightly skewed.
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Who was disturbing the peace?
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No one called the police?
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A frisbee flashed past the end of his nose
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swerving in flight, smacked into a tree.
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Its three in the morning.
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There's an open window, fourth floor,
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of the crumbling Georgian terrace
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overlooking this late night scene.
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A curtain flaps in the breeze
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and soon a grey dawn will cast its first light
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easing through the night's remains.
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A stiff wind blows up bringing rain.
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In the distance someone knocks over a bin.
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The cone falls to the floor.
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No sound from the window save a quietly closing door.
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4 Dec 18

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The grey is told so well
 — Rossant

I have always loved grey all my life Rossant. I love the way it is a mixture of black and white. I even have a beige cardigan which matches the colour of my cavalry twill twousers and off set beautifully my highly polished brown walking boots which i use to go walking. There is many a sight to see in the countryside i can jolly well tell you but beware of bull like mine.

Larry full of it Lark
 — larrylark

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