From Corkscrew to Cockcrow (12)

Sunshine walks her home, around them city sleeping, oblivion beneath closed eyes
‘Ring me’ she says, texts her number, closes the door. He’s alone with the sunrise… 33 more words

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From Corkscrew to Cockcrow (11)

The speakers hurl out a last beat, together they walk outside, the moonlight smiles
Slab Square, a magic carpet, buskers  still scraping their fiddles, they walk for miles… 29 more words

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From Corkscrew to Cockcrow (10)

Maybe he’ll see her at the club, he’s smitten, he knows it, hopes he hasn’t blown it
It’s after midnight, the beer is still slipping down smoothly, maybe the bird has flown? 32 more words

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From Corkscrew to Cockcrow (9)

He remembers her face like a photograph, coal black hair, Skeg Ness blue eyes
It’s never over he decides, not until the darkness has died. Not until the next sunrise… 29 more words

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From Corkscrew to Cockcrow (8)

An exotic bird borne of some natural grace, this time Sunshine is left seated
As she excuses herself, maybe to powder or put on lippy, either way, she’s retreated… 28 more words

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From Corkscrew to Cockcrow (7)

Mobile phones vibrate, a cacophony of ring tones, texts signal a grand entrance
Swooping down, birds flutter, their soft feathers grooming guys towards an advance… 27 more words

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From Corkscrew to Cockcrow (6)

Liquid refreshment loosens tight lipped tension, Sunshine holds on to his intention
A sea of eyes, drowned by disco eyes disguises, faces painted for fascination… 32 more words

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