FESTIVE ISSUE
In the end I stare into a glass at The Black Swan Inn
Wander the streets haunted by grotesque ÅO]ZM[
Ever an enigma!
No need to tremble when I pass you by
Walk through the labyrinthine maize and incinerate a “Guy”
Compatriot, highwayman Dick Turpin – Hung and Drawn at York Tyburn – Buried with horse at St George’s church
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I have a date with destiny
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