Smell of dull incense
Coiled in the dying-out street
Late passers-by don't stop anymore
Cackling at her offspring
Like a hen would at her chicks
She chides them into place around the table
Once I met a quite serious scientist In the underground going east On my way to a tryst in Bayleaf They looked at me with googly eyes And ...
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