Haunting my dreams or flavouring my lemonade?
It’s a sorry story the truth. Let’s tell a story instead.
Of struggling with Saturday afternoons on the pool
Of fighting for the right cocktail
of drink and alcohol.
Let us promenade down the front and talk of inconsequential things
Like how the muses get on with all that musing
and what the papers say on a Sunday
and if you buy into it at all.
Afterall
You are my dream.
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