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Pound shops and takeaways,

salons for grooming of

dogs and their owners

sit side by side.

 

Rancid fat acrid

in back alley junk piles,

settees and Christmas trees

slowly decay.

 

Damp homes

in damp climate

for cotton mill workers

no longer needed.

 

The forest of chimneys

now superseded

by new build in miniature,

room sizes shrinking,

 

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Still 23

Still 23

I’m 46 next week, but I’m 23 inside,
It’s not just old age denied.
I know my body’s knackered
‘cos daily I’m reminded:
the mirror’s getting scary,
I’m sure my face is puffy.

I used to feel so fit and strong,
stand up in the pub and sing a song,
Give me a coffee, I don’t want a pint,
I’ve no time for fools or picking a fight.

I think I’m pretty cool,
my daughter’s face sa...

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