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The Big Room
bragging about them is natural
my main bedroom is enormous
or, you should see our kitchen
you've never heard such a fuss
the living-room where gran died
private places for lovers' trysts,
modern caves instead of holes
in hill-sides wreathed in mists
civilised now, flock wall-papered
aertexed ceilings, marble floors,
don't omit that prerequisite, an
exquis...
Tuesday 23rd March 2021 10:52 am
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