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Through the night
The offer of drinks were left in the half glass
That turned stale and evaporated from
The loving gaze of medusa standing
On the Mezzanine.
With nothing too stitch but time
We pussy footed and talked
of the weather.
With tickets booked the clouds
Lifted like the curtains
And the penny farthing
forest stood silent
With the animals leaving
Their x marked spot of musical
stumped scent marked
By fermented Fawns leading the way.