Small-Town Boy

I find myself the subject of the attention of a busload of sightseeing tourists. I am the quintessence of London Town dressed in my Beefeater garb. They take photos as I stand still, saluting proudly, representing the capital, doing its bidding, while I secretly think of the dull suburbs with illicit affection.

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