Stone Cutting, Cure Parkinson’s Trust

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We were gathered,
invited,
To Stonecutter Court,
Each labelled,
breast-badged,
Unique in comport.

The presentations,
Discussions,
Learned discourse;
Word-routes,
mindful of our
Stem-buried thoughts.

Us, enquiring people,
Sat stiff,
endured,
As London’s pile-drivers
Hammered next door.

Our driven excitement,
Talk, some of a cure:
Futures,
fixable?
Onwards,
Assured.