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I once owned a denim waistcoat. Indigo Blue, running thruPetrol, a real cheap shit affair. My balls had not dropped,which was probably just as swell, The pockets were fakeas silicon valley runarounds,rebounds,No place to put ’em in a pinchOr file them away like insuranceReturns.I mention this in passing,Water,Kidney Stones as ripe as melons,Tobacco Talons onNaugahyde,

74" in a cold riot

Nothing solidis made out of woodany more,The heart of itis sandwiched pulp,Shavings, glue, Pressed cardboard, The planed edgesCurling like veneersover long teeth,horns… Peeling. Yellow. Clipped. For all that,it seemed quite flawless,Hunkered down,On all Foursin the 2nd hand shop. A good price. A steal. “Just how do you intendto get it home ?”the woman asked,my £10