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Waiting For The Cheque To Clear

Yrsa Daley-Ward
 

What an odd, romantic time it is, 
if you remember not to panic. 
How many times has money almost
driven you mad? 
You only need spices to throw in the bowl
you only need flour to make some kind of bread
and maybe somebody to lie in the dark with.
Somebody’s hands to touch.

Bob Moses

Bob Moses

Pain In The Ass