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Saturday, 22 July 2017
Disturbed in the early hours..............
thought we heard them laughing
it was an argument in their garden
without grass; the only whites in the street;
besides ourselves.
don't know if the guy has work on?
a laid off machine operator?
his partner, a young woman,
married?
it was heated, died down
At 2 a.m. ! A dark !
has short back an sides: cropped top
and it is July 2017
no beard ! As is the fashion !
some barber !
maybe secret drinkers?
a packet of three? Or implant?
Glad their was no violence,
evidence an all that tape.
The children of the street
slept through it all
but a dog barked,
in the distance.
Then
got up, went to the toilet,
on this summer morning,
with twilight stars and
a scent coming from the wood :.
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