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Bucks Row
Bucks Row
gaslight lamps
cast pools of sickly yellow
and the cobble stones
glisten with evening rain
a smell of burnt stew
drifts in with the stirring
of fog and smoke
that wraps your legs
in cobwebs and candyfloss
a street sellers distant call
proclaiming hot chestnuts
while a dog pisses
against a bollard of black iron
blood spills from an alleyway
...Saturday 16th November 2013 7:15 pm
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