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The Georgian Quarter
From stately Georgian houses
The summer evening fills
With Georgian ladies’ laughter
As they meet to dance Quadrilles
Their laughter tinkles down the years
From Hope and Rodney Street
On wreaths of smoke it gently steers
Their tiny Georgian feet
So delicate the tracery
Of plastered ceiling coves
Fanlights warmly candlelit
And Palladian porticoes
The city ...
Monday 30th October 2023 5:59 pm
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A golden apple hangs aloft,
corrupt flesh - rotten to the core
and when it falls, it lays a while
until the vermin come to gnaw.
A bloody tide, ebbs and flows
against Britannia’s exposed shore
while God’s still lapping his sinners up
In distant, godless, fucking war.
A Tory with a mouth of lies
feeds the rich and damns the poor -
...Tuesday 16th April 2013 1:49 pm
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