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The Loop At The Edge Of Reason
The Loop At The Edge Of Reason
Christmas eve seventy-seven
Snowflakes prickle on exposed skin
I pull the duffle coat tight around my neck
As I weave my weary way up Westgate
Glancing in the Black Horse windows
As the amber light spills out
Onto the crystal streets of Wakefield
Paving them in wuffle-dust
My mind wanders and gears click
As I think of all the H...
Saturday 4th April 2020 3:10 pm
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