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1967, 2014, 5*, Burt Bacharach, desert, Dionne Warwick, evening, London, mauve, orange, prayer, purple, rock, sand, smell, sound, white
1967
one early
evening
in London
amid the
fug of
cabbage
and the
clack of
cleared
plates
the deep orange sand was turning purple
and the piled rocks remained white and mauve
in the
desert
reaching both from within, and through: I say a little prayer by Dionne Warwick and Burt Bacharach
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Burt Bacharach & Dionne Warwick wormhole: 1964
evening wormhole: beepbeep
London & smell wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J Redford – Follow Your Nose
mauve wormhole: hello, luvvey, do you want a cup of tea?
orange wormhole: magnificent salad
purple wormhole: the 19th century
sound wormhole: embodying
white wormhole: con / sum / mate
had to google fug! a great word and poem, capturing an atmosphere
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thank you, C
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Very evocative of both time and place.
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thank you, Rhino
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