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Mr BRAITHWAITE and Mr. KHAN
looking down at the twisted streets of slate
that ride the open sky
where doors are closed in privacy
avoiding nature's bracing eye
in the yorkshire terrier's spiritual home,
where corner shops survive:
a tiny figure is seen to wind
with solemn step descends to find
a well trod way since but a boy.
Mr Braithwaite as he is known
insisting on the formal tone
...Friday 13th May 2016 9:44 pm
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