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Adam Eves he calls himself,
but you’ll not be spat at
if you think it’s a pseudonym.
He’s into nudism.

‘Ah’, I hear you say, ‘maybe
he’s a descendant' -- but
aren’t we all? Fig leaves
will never come into fashion.

It’s not the best place in the world
to tap out verse on a laptop:
private or not, it’s still a beach;
sand will find its way from a to z

and I tell him so. ‘A poet’
he says, without taking his eyes
off the volleyball players,
‘has to take chances’.