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Before the sun will rise temperatures will fall Fulham seen from Cotton and Plantation Row Old names of colonial Empire now ring hollow You can feel this nostalgia about the ex-glorious days Necromancy in reverse when guns and whips were the sole law Nowadays we use the woke vocabulary of new democracy To wrap concealed […]
The Magic Flying Carpet is for sale It is not the multi trillion bullseye But an ordinary fiver out of colors On a wing and a prayer we may fly Until we crash and burn in Hell If the crypto creep makes the lucky potshot… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Window Dressing Gallery
Heart-shaped shades and pouting lips ready for the kill A webbing gown and some denim under, good old John sang “imagine” I can’t believe the bottle is only water, looks like some love philtre Magic is on the way, you bump into goddesses at the door of every bar Photo Hugh Ardoin The Galleries