THE SMELL OF TOUCHLINE:
The raw of the grass, the rhythm of animated conversation under
a sky of pale blue milk. Back on earth, shuffling foot-to-foot,
front row flasks of tea, bacon rolls with sauce – red or brown?
Football.
(K)
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Karl Hyde 
Hey, that’s my bike….