the post that goes nowhere:
the past, the present, the future: a £2 coin, underground fare, hyde park in the summertime with friends of great height and the young american girl with the guarded eyes. singer sing me a given, singer sing me a song. everybody's looking on. there's time to teach, point to point, point observation, children carry reservations.
london belongs to me. and you, of course. always.
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