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A poem (some would question that) with
                                a very long title.

                The Immediate and Colourful View

             From my Chair at the Dining Table with
              Particular Appreciation of the Basket of

             Flowers Sent on Mother’s Day from Nigel

                                 and Pat.
 He’ll stand and stare as if transfixed
 He’ll gaze with eyes glazed by the latest fix.  A trolley, a trolley
 The aurora borealis in a field in Kent?  A dumb waiter – some call it
 He loves the country and all that’s there  I have longed for
 Bathed in false beauty by a psychedelic glare.  I have longed for for years.
 The parents, too, have time on their hands  In a moment of weakness
 Though rarely to commune with Nature.  He took me one day
 They’ll reflect on their reflection in the glass  To a furnishers at Waltham
 They’ll stand on their heads in their Yoga class  And there we did see
 They’ll join Weight Watchers and have a ball  The ideal trolley for afternoon tea.
 Marking their card in the bingo hall.  Iodized frame
                          Galleried trays and marbleized
 Life is empty            When we received it flat packed
 Life is bare             We were somewhat surprised.
 If we don’t make time      Screw A to B and C to D
 To stand and stare.   We soon had it ready for afternoon tea.









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