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The Rendezvous
What plot is this, what dark and muffled muttering,
so sinister and secret in the morning fog ?
What evil beings are these black cloaks covering,
so earnest and impassioned seems their dialogue ?
How cruel and misjudging to suspect them thus.
Huddled against the chill, they’re waiting for their bus !
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Peter Rees
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