The Lost Gentleman
The gentleman strode confidently along the strand
‘his silver topped cane was gripped tightly in hand
‘the storm which had raged with that purple strange light ‘had pushed him forward in -time to this very night.
People looked and thought it great ‘that period dressing was the latest gait .
No one could have guessed or possibly have known ‘that this Victorian gentleman ‘
was marooned Years from His home .
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