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Windows
close to midnighttwenty two degreesroof openwe roll down the windowsroll down the stripcruise control ontwenty mphcan’t find the musicshuffling through the dockwarehouses, flood lights, cctvcobbled streets, Trafalgar Squaredepeche modean abandoned town film seta lone riotous pub on the quaywe roll onlaughingnot street racing from the lightswe’re up to sixty, pluswe head West by North-westsea-salt thickening Read more
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on the strip
who needs Las Vegasburied deep in a desertwhen you’ve got GY? ~ JS & CLP 18/06/2022 Read more
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on luck
ten bob in two peespink panda from slot machinetaint of copper coins ~ n.b. You probably think that this little story deserves a footnote (and you’re probably correct), but it’s 22c, after midnight and I’m playing late night summer blues, so you’ll have to write your own this time, sorry. However, who knew one could Read more
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on the moon
did you really thinksuch beauty could pass unseenbehind a silk screen? ~ CLP 17/06/2022 Read more
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on the self
Are we whom we desire to beOr who as we appear to othersThe sum of their desiresThe embodiment of their hopesThe personification of their dreamsThe casket for their fears? ~ CLP 16/06/2022 Read more
Journey of Words 