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The Yellow man

I saw him today,
looking into the wine shop window.
it was reflecting what, he once was.

The best from the glen
was on offer, he had
been down to the bottom
of most bottles.

But he is the yellow man
trying to mend his self
clutching a bag of fruit.

Oh how he longs to drink
with his assassin and toast
his destruction,

He looks down at the step
the doorway to his nemesis
and the darkening of the
yellow man.