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Now this autumn we can walk with luck through golden leaves

Sandy blown upon the downtown streets

Still silted by a line of the unfulfilled

Do you remember the day when we were hard pressed

To find a store for eggs and sausage or fruit and vedge

When the littlest flashlight or tea candle meant success

The prepared tub drained slowly down the plughole whilst we slept

But we had gas and woollen jumpers over an eight month belly

When the waters broke outside

Then we watched reports on New York One

About how we would be overcome

It was inevitable when the screen went