Ten hours in London
On an ashen day of spring
Found me beneath the spires
With gargoyles staring down
Tongues hanging out, laughing at me
Standing in line in the rain
I don’t know why I chose to come here
On limited time
Not Abbey road or Friar Park,
Not Picadilly Circus or Traflager Square
Or even the British Museum
But this ancient stone church
Survivor of the Blitz
Where I walked over the graves
Of Darwin and Newton
Standing on the shoulders of giants
Right there in the floor
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