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Grand Canal
Mar. 12th, 2003 10:24 amA child's tricycle, fat and plastic, not even old-looking, almost submerged in the frondy weeds.
A supermarket trolley (one of the many - this one still has a euro in the slot), on which a drake stands to survey the morning.
Horny moorhens with their scarlet nail-varnish beaks: they make a noise like bedsprings as they chase each other across the greenish surface of the water.
A swan preening its arse, one alarmingly large black rubbery foot hoiked skywards.
A supermarket trolley (one of the many - this one still has a euro in the slot), on which a drake stands to survey the morning.
Horny moorhens with their scarlet nail-varnish beaks: they make a noise like bedsprings as they chase each other across the greenish surface of the water.
A swan preening its arse, one alarmingly large black rubbery foot hoiked skywards.
