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The Fall of IDS

Exercised, ate, wrote
Wrote, exercised, ate.

Oxford Street five pm
Survived, just about.

Party leader, seven pm
Demised, but only just.

Rain smacks on window
Pane. Whilst next door

A noise recurred all
Day, a clanging like

The knell of comic
Doom, a frying pan

Bashing
The Wall.