Sports Team — Beverly Rose
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Scene on the roadcars turning slowly round itflowers in rowswatered
By unseen powersin orderly homesempty and still
Like summerhotter than romeafter a cold december
I guess it’s notso hot
Beverly rose
Early from bed one morningshe’ll see how it goescoffee and absent
Browsingdead in a rowcrushed in a dusty buildingdo these
Monsters knowthe Daily Mail’s read by childrenguess it’s not, so hot
I get my copy for free these days
Life in the caliphate’s got pretty weird of late,
So cut off yourfinger nails,
The French they all eat horse and
Horse and horse and horse and snails