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The Royal Hospital


Strolling by a museum
once a famous Goal

spit at murderers
beneath its feet

a bridge loan,
for my pirate moans

where swells -
inters a mystery

& wilderness punts,
frilled

like a lizard,
wan of hope

& loose ends attend
wild underglow

wiles and miles
elsewither and woe.


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