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litter
it's not litter - per se - that annoys me
rather the thoughtless impulse behind it
she busks on saturdays
with a friend on guitar
and I always send my son
to drop fifty pence in the case
and sometimes he dances
to show his affection
for the music
for the sunshine
for being alive
and I always say hello
to the african with the oud
who gets free tea
...
Wednesday 22nd April 2015 10:41 pm
Musing in Ilkley Cemetery
Musing In Ilkley Cemetery
No more on the hill the Middleton clan,
now resting apart in municipal plot.
He to the left with the Romans and Catholics,
she to the right among Protestant stock.
He passes his time amongst sisters and Irish,
she spends her days with the cream of the mill.
And were they to rise, and meet on the pathway,
they could look through the Ash t...
Thursday 20th March 2014 2:52 pm
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