That says:
TRAIN TRAIN
The countryside outside's as black as oil
as next to me my face -
eyes colour of my eyes -
keeps pace.
A while ago Lisa went to see the textiles research centre here in Huddersfield, and for want of anything better as a demonstration, got them to embroider some poems from Text Messages onto hankies.
I've got a cold, and found this one at the bottom of a drawer.
I quite like the old-fashionedness of having an embroidered hankie, even if the embroidery was done by a laser guided machine rather than my sweetheart.
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