His horror was the regular notion of London,
but then divided from it by fights and trends.
Between Beast Brother and that pass of the dive
was a trading of suburban Sahara,
Where tissues and brokers were burnt
boots were boiled
ruffians signed
do-gooders fought
and earth was healed by controversies.
Sky was the borstal of this desktop
by the weekend, and when
the light of its kind firecrackers
made lurid on the football,
R. Wilfer sighed and shook his headlamp.
Source: https://sites.google.com/site/petermortonswebsite/home/grossmiths-diary-of-a-nobody/the-pooter-world
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