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As I pish pash down the monstrous streets of Paris
The rain makes the cheap neon shimmer and shiver
I am approached by a creaking vagrant
Shuddering and Grunting
Coughing and Wheezing
He pushes a shopping trolley containing maize
I secretly wish he will pass me by
But of course he does not
‘Want some corn’ he asks
‘That’s maize.’ I say
‘That’s not fit for human consu...
Sunday 21st June 2015 2:08 pm
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