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To recline in seats of nineteen 

Sixties aeronautical declined 

circumnavigation manifest complete 

Paper collecting nearby 

commenting on the hove 

flapper scene 

A situation like taking 

cabin crew loved and moving 

Them across the plains of 

the big loop de loop clouds 

To sit and digest the sting in 

honey hoops that are grounded 

in the home brew hop society 

coriander anchor’s moved 

On broadwalk fancy dancing 

Into you that day

Having been Washed about 

The sea like a pumpkin stout.