The old Reform Club percolates in late
November light. Its stuccoed pediment,
the mansard roof and dormers, complement
Palladian beau monde. The hingeless gate
betrays the pretty scene. Its cramp of rust
and wet rot proves the Georgians were a bust.
Aside the worn stone steps the ironwork shales
in pastry-ruffs. A notice on the door
confirms a Planning Application for
apartments no one can afford, the sales
the starlings renegotiate, the . . .
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