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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Adele Evershed


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Queuing

I am approaching such an age
The age my mother died
And I wonder is it only women
That mark this morbid milestone in their lives
My mother was 52
She loved blackcurrant tart and Judy Garland
(I always thought she looked a bit like the young Judy
—think Dorothy not Easter Parade)
And jumping the queue at the Co-Op
Saying—sorry—I've got cancer
As she pushed to the front
Tomorrow I am 52
So I will stain my teeth with blackcurrants
And sing I'm off to see the Wizard at the top of my healthy lungs
And be grateful to wait
As I stand in line...