They, the group from the Royal Albert Hall, had to report to the Scotland yard, everyone was
screened, finally let off. The Mayor, refused to file charges.
Not without a warning to “behave”.
The Mayor’s family too
had come in, they, the siblings, made sure they expressed their love for their
Father, by quietly spreading the word that they would soon retaliate at the
University, but the problem really was which University ?
Annie had a group from Merton, Oxford and Wembley.
So it was not sure where the group would strike.
Wherever.
Both Annie and Dan weren’t really gonna hang around.
They were from across the aisle.
The Atlantic.
Listen, someone out there felt that the Atlantic is a small
Ocean, and the Pacific, the really large Ocean.
It’s so Anglical, these figures and fiduciary maps of Oceans,
and then come the description of the Tropics.
Crazy, the Tropic of Cancer, the Tropic of Capricorn,
Henry Miller be damned.
Today, it’s not as it was imagined.
Cancer had cured itself of its malice. Capricorn was
drowning and it needed help.
Between the two floated Annie and Dan.
Call it the Isle of man and woman.
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