Robertson of the open door
Jeremiah began to get angry.
He blew from under the night-cap to the organ,
Then he froze.
There was a long silence.
Pavane filled the halls.
After a time Clarinda and False stood up to the moulded ceiling.
Master of himself, Robertson bowed.
As he knew that his small, sunken red face was suddenly calm, no longer afraid.
Robertson had searched there for annoyance.
Also, he disliked the way his hosts undressed.
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Mr. & Mrs. St. Pancreas, lying...
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An excerpt from "Thoroughly agitated", my latest book of recycled poetry.
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Whereas the demented surrender.
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A photograph of something or other.
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Comfort control
Control
my gentle wife.
Scientific people
could explain what happened to me.
Comfort.
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Other things - feat. Tallulah (my cat, who helped me with the composition.)
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