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Once Upon A Time
Once Upon A Time
Pop wagons
rattling and clinking
with their gaudy shades
of potions slopping.
Coal lorries
groaning up the hill
breathing their dragons breath
of carbon dust.
The aged magik
of a ramshackle
cobblers hut
and the clanging of the last.
The shout of
“Rag and Bone”
echoing down
a Monday morning.
Tobacconist
selling chocolate cigars
to little mimics
of the...
Wednesday 6th May 2015 7:09 pm

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