False advertising.

The Harlequins poked through red curtains 

Only half a story of what’s going on behind 

the shadows cast by advertising signs 

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the saling too secondhand serenades 

Crochet seas and vinyl masquerade.

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You tuned into late for coffee 

there’s a ball going on of no return 

By the jockey’s photo with rosettes 

Of whichever way you run 

the helicopter Caught you 

on the finishing line.

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The false advertising when the 

Sewing machines not black and gold.