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Sitting in Old Ivan’s café
Now new not-Ivan’s
Everything is the same
But totally unrecognisable
especially the food
And the wine. What! Wine! In Ivan’s!!!
Oh, this could never be
Where’s me old cup of tea?
And mince on toast
. . . dear me
What happened to the Revolution?
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Not far along the road
Where Herman painted other artists
And wrote ‘In Praise of Koba’
In Margaret Street to be precise
number eight
Once offered to me for two thousand dollars
Nowadays tarted up, gentrified
Going along for the ride
The Bohemian new rich
. . . now decide
Good art by its price tag
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