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EXTRACTS FROM THE LAUNCESTONlongpoem

circa 2001

Well they say it starts out in St John Street!
Why so? Why so? Why so?
It's all so cosy down in St John Street!
Why so? Why so? Why so?
They do deals down there in St John Street!
How'd you know? How'd you know? How'd you know?
They say that they meet up in St John Street!
How so? How so? How so?
There's all this stuff going down in St John Street!
Maybe so! Maybe so! Maybe so!
They cut all their deals down there in St John Street!
Really so! Really so! Really so!
He met him in St John Street!
How'd know? How'd know? How'd know?
He does his thing in St John Street!
Yes I know! Yes I know! Yes I know!
She met him in St John Street!
Yes I know! Yes I know! Yes I know!
She does her thing in York Street!
Yes I know! Yes I know! Yes I know!
They had a fling in York Street!
Yes I know! Yes I know! Yes I know!
But it's really all about St John Street
Yes I know! Yes I know! Yes I know!
But they made sweet music up there in York Street!
Yes I know! Yes I know! Yes I know!
She bent over backwards up there in York Street!
I must go! I must go! I must go!

 Now his life's laid out there before him, you know !! 

you know!! … : -(((((((((((

He's nothing like he was before she saw him, you know , you know … : -||||||

That's so!! That's so!! I knowww!! … :-))))))))))))))))))))))

silence to the world lest the magic be forgotten

There's no way to predict that black cloud

or the when the wind will blow it across the moon

to casts its shadow over your feet

having already sent a shudder down some far-off spine.

And how can I forget?

I ponder what must have brought it here, now

and I search my consciousness for a glimmer,

just something buried back there, and

something to grant reason to mystery, and I cry deeply