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A time that glowed
Once it was a time that glowed:
turned-up collar, hurrying through glistening, early 60s streets.
A kind of muddling, room at Odsal Top,
or summat like that;
steam train always whistling in the distance
Dashing for the bus; overcoats,
shopping bags, windows steamed up,
conductor breathless.
Running the last yards from the corner,
hammering at the ...
Thursday 29th April 2010 7:32 pm
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