Friday 15 June 2007

Javier was lost down at Middle Temple.
He asked for the venue of the marriage of Squaffle Horse.
He was faced with fifty-two identical buildings and laughed
starry eyed
At the foolishness of what he was doing.
Having composed himself, he asked a porter about the venue.
The porter looked at him with such suspicion that Javier laughed again,
Laughter becoming dance, gleeful and terrifying.
In the end, he had to be restrained.
Luckily, the area was crawling with policemen in disguise.

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