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The Sassoon Collection: i. Everyone sang while I fell asleep
The Sassoon Collection i. Everyone sang while I fell asleep voices wailing around the house thud of feet and slam of doors everyone singing only the clocks wind down around this small room no sense of...
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The Sassoon Collection: ix. Fight to our Finish
The Sassoon Collection ix. Fight to our Finish The bums came back. Pundits played and bites were flying. The yearning journalists threshed the backlit words To trash the warring brutes who’d refrained...
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The Sassoon Collection: v. Auto Tunes
The Sassoon Collection v. Auto Tunes I keep such music in my car No din this side of death can quell; Deep bass booming over tar, And excess forged in death-metal hell. My dreaming demons will not hear...
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The Sassoon Collection: ii. A pickle and a black hole
The Sassoon Collection ii. A pickle and a black hole Mass and form had the pickle, sweet, sour, tall and straight; The round black hole collapsing still further then it knew Made its longest shadow...
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The Sassoon Collection: vii. The Manager
The Sassoon Collection vii. The Manager ‘Good-morning; good-morning!’ the well-rested manager said When we worked through the night to finish on time the urgent assignment he failed to review and...
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The Sassoon Collection: iv. Butter and Eggs
The Sassoon Collection iv. Butter and eggs Robust diners, deftly forking in the fat. O no longer living triglycerides against the heedless tongue Of buffet and banquet days, what sends them gliding...
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The Sassoon Collection: vi. The imperfect cook
The Sassoon Collection vi. The imperfect cook I never ordered something to be perfect, Though often I’ve asked for fiery spicy or without sugar as a small invasion Of mastering cooking. I never asked...
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The Sassoon Collection: viii. Middle Age
The Sassoon Collection viii. Middle Age I heard a creak, and a groan And felt a twinge of wooden pain A man running in a crowd Deep in its shadow he moved. ‘Ugly work!’ thought I, Gasping for breath....
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The Sassoon Collection
The Sassoon Collection i. Everyone sang while I fell asleep voices wailing around the house thud of feet and slam of doors everyone singing only the clocks wind down around this small room no sense of...
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