A typists flurry over the glass bottles
A poets sigh over their names
Choices, choices
Stardust to match the toes?
the palest moon-gleam which sparkles to life under sunlight, or
Henley Regatta, The Old Bill, Shag, Pimms;
the charcoal glitter of Gobsmacked or the oily ashes of Chimney Sweep?
Or shall I be a pale candy pink Teddy Girl today?
Choices, choices...
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