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The Ancients

THE ANCIENTS My career began with an entrechat huit. Now I’m proud if I can touch my feet, Meanwhile schoolfriend Jim Who was once a neuro-physicist Is gracile in each limb, a contortionist Who can do a U-turn through a … Continue reading

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Beverley at Iguazu

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QUEENS WEST

Hardly one open shop remains Inside this draughty vending hall: It never gets to share the circulation Of carrier-bagged pedestrians with cash to spare. Business is so bad that the discount clothing store Closes for lunch from eleven till quarter … Continue reading

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