…That night Jed’s ‘derelict’ appears in the bed-room enveloped in an aura of light.
He slowly crouches and whispers in my ear:
” ‘E cummin outta dem bushes shinin’,
‘e shinin’ like sum black buff sun.
‘E donna wear no tatter and tare, no spray inniz ‘air.
‘E sittin pretty an’ neat.
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