.(ian hunter)
My tea turned seven shades darker>
As I sit 'n' write these words
And london's gettin' paler>
In my theatre of the absurd.
You figured for an evening
And you made it all worthwile.
It's seldom people have a job
And even rarer that I smile.
Pla.
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