L Kiew
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‘Outside the Turf Club, Piccadilly’: a poem by L Kiew
Outside the Turf Club, Piccadilly There’s too much moustache wax and pastel corduroy, an excess of vetivers, Trumper’s Extract of Lime, scads of green Spanish leather, flush panelling and Old Boys clinking club glasses, dropping cigar ash, enjoying genteel dereliction and discussions of pelf, mud-fresh potatoes and that day’s running at…