| John Calvert
Llatai [Llatai: A welsh medieval poem in which the poet asks an animal to carry a love-message to his object of desire.]Fox flitting across suburbia Skirting the built up Hold on a minute can I ask you, just for an hour or so on this mild southern night To change your route Take a walk to the house of the bright young woman (you know the one) Take a peek in the window Even now she's unzipping her long black boots And is already through her second red wine clicking the remote - mid-way through Changing Rooms would you do me a favour? Tell her, I've got it bad And it'll be down to her to sort it out on your way there, don't down any dodgy chicken watch out for joyriders on Mauldeth Road Mind those airport trains Go now, I'll see you somewhere on the map.
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