It's getting Christmassy.

 
 
The first terrace colours,
are blinking at the cold wet night.
 
There will be 3 Christmas dinners this year.
 
One at a pub in Worcester with Dave;
my brother's, picture perfect,
our mother knew how;
and one in giro land with friends,
it'll be the best of them.
 
 
Then the ritual of getting through,
this is the Christmas present,
writ large;
from their ability.
 
 
The earth is a freshwater oyster,
and we are pearls.

 
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