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The sweaty boy lay on the beach;
‘You stink’, his girlfriend said.
But when awaking later on,
They sensed a world expired,
Where everyone was dead.
There was the sea, of course;
But, in truth, there was no sea.
Just their memories of water.
They longed for yesterday’s comforts:
When the old priest cackled and quacked,
Two lovers quarrelled beneath the pines
...Thursday 21st September 2023 5:00 pm
68 Grafton St 1977
We took acid
Saw things
We stumbled across
Hull university
Fields
With reds and yellows
Blues and glowing
Things floating
In our heads
So funny
We laughed
And called and yelled
And danced
And pretended
We were famous
Musicians
And we went home
We became a football team
And kicked the ball in
The living room
Where we did
Everythin...
Saturday 9th February 2019 6:15 pm
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