We peered down the
Dimly lit time corridors
Played magician and conjuror
Moved every ace in the book
And some beyond
Saw what would happen and
Echoed nursery rhymes:
Future muture
Pumpkin eater
Skewered the devil
On a sandpit fryer
Couldn’t spare any but
The flesh of jesus
...or so they say...
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