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on time
the young men I watchedas a kidplay footballwin trophiesare old men nowill, dying, deadmaybe it is sadbut I am gladI saw them playat their peakproviding memoriesof which I can speakthey light firesin my eyes stillDavies, Hiron, BallI still see them all ~ n.b. There are many, many more. Thank you lads. CLP 09/06/2024 →
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on cycling
‘when the fun stops stop’the gambling adverts adviseas they play with our headsthere’s no such thingas free moneyit costs a lot to winand winning can cost everythingif you are bicyclingwhen the fun stopsyou’ve just got to keep onspinning those wheelsuntil something shiftsgears in your headstopping is not an optionthe fun becomes being ~ n.b. For →
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on Broadmarsh
built, abandonedpart-demolishedin a lifetimedecay of a vibrant cityrusting steel wiredusty crumbling concrete wallstwisted metal window framesboarded off from pedestrianswho are diverted up the hillpast the empty shell of Debenham’swhere the busker singsThings Have Changed ~ n.b. Nottingham has changed. Improved? Not for a visitor to say. Bob Dylan link here. CLP 06/05/2024 →
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Summertime Blues
Is it worseWhen bad weather sets inTo be in winterOr summertimeAt least it’s expectedWhen the days are shortBut in the summerThere’s always hope ~ n.b. It was so cold out today in Suffolk that I packed up and left early and came back to the city. So cold and so wet. CLP 31/05/2024 →