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An oldie

Hungover walking through the streets

I had to meet up with my probation officer

It was cold, the sky was grey and it was a Monday… 117 more words

Drinking

A Date at Waterloo Station

London Waterloo was a station in need of refurbishment. The great, hulking terminus was a mess of dilapidated kiosks and shabby facilities. When they finally tarted the place up, they took the opportunity to stuff it full of shops and restaurants. 711 more words

London

Sorrow

Drown my sorrows but my sorrows always float

Poem

The Last Hangover?

When you’re young, having a hangover is something to be proud of. It is like a shiny medal, sparkling trophy or a twisted badge of honor. 185 more words

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His Heart knows

He is not a blues man
Yet his heart knows
The blues
To the core
World weary
Traveller
Seen the butt end of every town… 75 more words

Poem

Magic Trick

Somewhere in time the sunlight still streams through the window.
highlighting the kiss curl smoke that floats,in the air like a magic trick.
At the bar willow the wisp man with nothing much to him. 64 more words

Poem

One Sleep To Ludlow (The Pilgrimage)

Once or twice a year I make the pilgrimage to Ludlow.

Ludlow for those who are geographically challenged, is a small market town 28 miles south of Shrewsbury and 23 miles north of Hereford, in the fine and lets be honest, slightly backward, county of Shropshire, England. 312 more words

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