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Walking down a silver aisle,

I glance a man reading 'paper

There is a certain obvious mile,

And my memory seems a wafer.



Newspaper is placed down,

"Have you forgotten your learn?"

My hand nervously tips the crown,

"For you shall carry the burr."



It was cola cans and blackberry jam,

That I had thought was meant,

But only in 'text of retropect,

Do I see where he had lent.



© R.Elliott 2003