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the fully-clothed streaker
wore a sandy hoodie
baggy like a yesteryear
underneath a blue tu coat
but so low it overlapped
t-shirt first though
layer under-over layer
so many layers
baggy black tracky b’s
two boxers below
even grey woollen gloves
( five squid from matalan )
odd socks as always
white trainers from shoezone
( formerly bacons )
plus a green sheepy hat
so only the face
was truly exposed
to the frosty winds of truth
but the little village botlings
still saw flesh
fabric became skin
in the squint of the night
dim from a distance
a striptease with no strip – or tease
( should have gone to specsavers )

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