I'm listening to the song
That's last of the Cs...
And the Ds begin
With a stench wafting
Through a place
I want to get away from.
And the door sticks
And hisses repeatedly
Like a broken disc recording
A Northern Pine.
Then the tannoy announces
The ten past ten's delayed.
I'll bet this snake
Stays here for days.
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