Monday 26 May 2014

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Down to the dusty city,
Rain soaked and crytal speckled,
The bones ache and the nose feels full
Saliva and fretful soaking,
Joking and playing and portraying evil headmasters,
And bringing along plasters,
To the May Bank Holiday lectures.

Contrary to opulant opinion
Nobody listens, or learns
In Oxford.