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Cherry

How we felt

We kissed at a bus shelter On a dark winters night The fog was our curtain I could taste your perfume We walked round in circles Our breath exhaled...

My Friend Keith - Imagine a man on a sit down mower cutting grass in a park so stoned he just drove round in circles all day.

My friend Keith made me laugh His sparkling icy blue eyes Always gave away the punchline Long before the joke My friend Keith liked to smoke The...
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Cherry

Clacton On Sea

There is a reason the sun Rarely shines On Clacton on Sea It’s a dark cloud infested place Where bigotry and hate Grows on every tree An ageing...

The Absence of Noise

Factory sirens no longer wail Chimney smoke has all but gone The wrecking ball began the fall Of an empire of workers strong Clocking machine no...

Hobo Turntable

I have no story to tell how I got here if I did it would be mostly fiction to make things more interesting. I didn’t hail from a broken home, I’ve...
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