they sit in confidante, of close proximity
speaking and whispering, leaning
toward one another in full rapport
tones and overtones carry notes of
secrets, jeers and sneers
I try to overhear, eaves drop, and spy
surely I am the object of discussion
why else smile and laugh,
involved they do not notice, I stay and tarry
attend upon their converse, accosted they sigh
Do you know the road to 'None Such Place'
there is indeed such a lane in merry Londonium
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