Roy and the Shisha Pipe
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Mid-winter mercury for a Croydon internationalist
is always high. Air miles could take him to Andromeda
before it reaches us. He could represent Earth
on credit from Alitalia. So if Wilshere smokes,
it means little to the worldly wise. Roy’s been there,
had a shisha pipe himself, a ‘complete nonsense’
to a smoker of cigars with the universe to roam,
to whom ‘it’s not ideal’ but couldn’t matter less.
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