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Not White To Weft (early poem for public art sculpture in Oldham)
Lay flat and spun together you’ve always run a town,
each part is party to the next and grown
separately we conflict and seethe from
it and sneer from it, no one is happy in slavery
wouldn’t talking be a step, food too and
work unites us, it’s not them making us toil
we all carry the can and mustn’t
need to chase our own tale to cause blame
each ti...
Thursday 30th July 2015 3:23 pm
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