Thorn forests
and lilac weed-flowers,
crinkling critical newspaper hours,
dry hills in early August,
lonely book rooms of glorious must,
bread and cheese and bread,
shrinking pencils of sabre sharp lead,
a winding tour through the local museum,
and just a shot of good cheap rum
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