>His shadow, the poet launderette, is Justin Sidebottom, literary executor
>of Wayne Pratt (he is also married to the widoe of the late Pratt). So far
>he has only written one line,
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>his walkman earpieces swung low like gonads
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>but he could write some more. He may also be busy in preparing a
>memorial volume for Mr Pratt.
>
>THe Shadow Launderette
Justin Sidebottom aged thirty-seven and three quarters
so far has no sons and no daughters
he promises like Stephen Fry to remain celibate
and keep faithful to the memory of Pratt - now "Prate"
a former employee of Hallmark Cards, where Sunday
bards are seen to scribble I loves yous and happy birthday
by the metric ton,. now he has been chosen
to be the number one, the Poet, the poet laureate,
and this untold felicity, does nothing to negate
all his thousands of roses are red and why aren't you in bed
with me, like Pierre Auguste Renoir and his Signs
these cards will undoubtedly double, treble in price
everyone, everyone will want a piece of those lines:
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