Friday, 15 July 2011

A Club

An island in this country's great city.
A dank, smelling bastion.
Ticking and creaking like a 1940s kitchen.
Hall walls bedecked in the country next door's flags.
Sanctuary to a pale-skinned, red-headed, bird-like, pearl-bedecked lady.
And round tummed, round faced white haired gentlemen.

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