Not a catering poem.
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Hob Watching - 20 Feb 21
On the Devil's Lane
A subtle movement
Betrays the presence
Of the watcher
His shadowy from
Tells of his origins
In the shadows of day
The myth creators
From the chapels
Decorate his head
With horns
But those who know him
Speak a different name
He is not Hob
Watching the world
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I suspect some readers will not like this poem.
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