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A cone in Porthcawl,
Before a throne in Lisvane.
We house sat. I'd crawled
Through brambles in Ely
 
Woods before getting to
This place; wept tears
In church the day before.
A phone with the
 
Number 77 as part
Of its number. Cheeky
Text messages not really
The order of the day.
 
We had beautiful baked
Potatoes, and simple
Tomato soup. I strolled
Around the manor

 With cigar and a glass
Of Sainsbury's finest plonk.
We watched the snooker
(Part of). We didn't bonk.
 
 

 

 

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