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Return To Jungle Land
Return To Jungle Land
The windows are thrown open
Somewhere Springsteen’s ‘Jungle Land’
Spreads saxophone and horns
Into the humid north west air
There is sweat and naked flesh
In the room on Mountbatten Avenue
Where young love consummates
On white linen sheets
The rats have deserted the city
Where there are no restaurant takeaways
Cascading from backstre...
Wednesday 17th June 2020 12:39 pm
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