Lord Gladstone

Lord Gladstone had a biscuit tin
which he would keep his memories in
sometimes he’d store them with his dreams
until they smelled of custard creams
then the lid he’d open up
and dip thoughts in his coffee cup
to roll them round upon his tongue
and remember times when he was young.

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