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I fell asleep on your sofa and had a dream about a small child in dungeonswho caughthis hands in the doors of the Paris metro. Then my face crackedopen and you were there, you were there dressed in green, saying somethingobcene. But that's why I came here in the first place, Oh well that andthe tea. Can I stay herelying under the table together with you now? Can
I hold you? Forever in acrylic afternoons I want to hold you tight whilstchildern play outside and wait for their mothersto finish with lovers andcall them inside for their tea. Cushions and TV and the table set for tea.
One for you, one for me. Come an dlie down on the settee in that greenjumper, you can have anything you want and the clock is saying it's halfpast four but you know I want to stay a little more. Can I stay herelyingunder the table...etc. On a pink quilted eiderdown, I want to pull yourknickers down. Net curtains blow slightly in the breeze. Lemonade lightfiltering thru the trees. It's so soft and warm. Just another cup of teaplease (just one lump thanks). Can I stay here lying under thetable...etc. Oh, Kevin, Shane, Julie, Diane, Wayne, Frank, Heather,
Rachel, Chelsea, Leanne, come homw. It's time for your tea.
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