I should like to see inside this place
once bishop's home,
once palace,
once sumptuous hostel
for youths.
A chippendale balustrade,
a panelled room,
a plastered ceiling,
fireplaces, overmantles, two sets of stairs.
A printer hums,
a busy secretary processes words,
upstairs, with views of the nearby river,
the board members struggle to remember why they're here.
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