Can you spare some change asks the homeless guy. As he sees the people just walk on by. They look down their noses trying not to be seen. Rushing on by so very mean. He’s a nowhere man with nowhere to sleep they steal his gear he has nothing to keep.

He is so well mannered really so nice just to keep going he has to smoke his spice. Maybe he's a puppet or somebody's clown. He just looking for s...

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I’m praying to the lord

I hope he answered my prayers tonight

If he doesn't then I’m fucked.

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Cars Drive in the city.

Smoke hits the city air

Pollution everywhere.

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Sun rises over peaceful water

A tranquil setting of a paradise island

plastic washed-Up on the shore.

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They call him Transport Tony,

Drives the lads to County ground,

With a flask of tea and a pasty roll,

He knows the backroads round.

He’s not on the team sheet,

But he’s there rain, sleet or sun,

Got more cheers from the County crowd

Than the striker ever won.

Misheard his name in the terraces,

Thought he was centre-back,

But Tony just honked the minibus horn

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There once was a lion named Lou,

Who fancied a walk past the zoo.

He roared at the crowd,

Made the kids shout loud—

Then settled for chips and a brew.

A lad on a bike, fast and bold,

Raced ‘round the Speedway, uncontrolled.

He slipped in the mud,

Cursed the fairground crud—

But still, he was pure Manc gold.

A lass on the waltzer did spin,

With a cheeky an...

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In Birmingham’s soot, a shadow was born,

A voice like a banshee, a heart battle-worn.

From the steel and the smoke, he clawed out a sound,

That shattered the silence and shook the ground.

The Sabbath began with a thunderous cry,

A riff like a curse from the cold English sky.

And Ozzy, wide-eyed, with madness and grace,

Lit up the world with that haunted face.

A pr...

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I lined up the black,

With a steady hand, and tight aim,

on the green baize battlefield

of the working man's game.

But as I leaned in

my cue sharp and true

me sandwich slid out me coat pocket...

straight through.

See, the pockets on tables

swallow reds by design.

But the holes in me trousers

swallow change, every time.

Lost a fiver last Friday

gone witho...

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There is a boy up in heaven, with a smile so pure he left us too soon, of this, we are sure. With eyes full of wonder, he soared far away, yet his memory lingers in our hearts every day.

William, the boy up in heaven so high, with wings made of dreams, is now touching the sky. Though you are not with us, your spirit is near in whispers of love; we still feel you here.

Your laughter echoes th...

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In Craccadilly Gardens, where the crackheads sit, I heard A man groan, "I'm fucking dying for a shit!" And as I watched him closely, to my dread, the dirty bastard picked his nose instead.

In the city, stories ceaselessly unfold, A tapestry of new, interwoven with old. From bustling Market Street, where shoppers stream, to the Northern Quarter's vibrant, lively glea,

It stands as a nexus, co...

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You walk into the room like you own the place, with that smug little grin on your arrogant face. Every word you speak drips with disdain, but I’m done with your bullshit; I’m breaking the chain.

You are the biggest Arse hole that I’ve ever seen, always tearing others down, living in a dream. Thinking you’re above it all, but it’s plain to see, you are just a sad reflection of what you could be....

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Horrified glance at your soiled sole,

A stench arises, takes its toll.

Victory march turned into dread,

Every step spreads what you tread.

Your bright day now fouled with spite,

Others stare at your sorry plight.

Unwelcome smear of canine crime,

Echoes follow every time.

Vengeance on dogs crosses your mind,

Embarrassment is cruelly unkind.

Ruined shoe, your patience i...

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We are Manchester, the city, the place, and we are hospitable people with a smile on our face. You can beat us, mistreat us, and blow us to hell.

We have had it all before; we do not dwell. We are the northern powerhouse of the northwestern elite, where the Geordies, the scousers, and the Yorkshires retreat. The Premier League, the Roses cricket, and the Heineken Cup is a one-way ticket. United...

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I am a man of letters, starting with A: Abundant, Absurd – what more can one say?

I am a man of letters, starting with B: Bravely and balanced are how things should be.

I am a man of letters, starting with C: Clever and Capacious are what I want to be.

I am a man of letters, starting with D: Delightfully, Delirious, one, two, three.

I am a man of letters, starting with E: easy-going an...

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Liverpool is a city of culture and fun. The Beatles, Ken Dodd, & the bands on the run. The Mersey Beats, the cobbled streets. A pan of scouse on the stove overheats. Gerry was on the ferry that took him across the Mersey, young kids on the streets are playing football, and they wear the red jersey, or is it blue, or is it white? The Albert Dock, Mathew Street, Kenny Dalglish was light on his feet....

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William, my beloved son, with your ginger hair and your beautiful face. Your illness took you at an incredible pace. With your tears in heaven and the grief on my face, I am happy to know you are in a much better place.

There are no words that can ever truly explain the feelings I have, the sorrow and the pain. You will forever be my guiding light, my shining star, and the angel's delight.

I...

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LET THE pot be vast, a bronze cauldron for the gods.

Open the nets to the Aegean’s silver hoard.

Pull from the depths what has never been seen.

All that swims, all that hides in the green.

Dagger-sharp, the filleting knife is drawn.

On the block, the first of the fish is sawn.

Thick slices of ray, their wings like pale flags.

Every one perfect, no remnants, no rags.

Morsels...

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IN THE hollow where the white hazels grow,

Yn nyffryn lle mae’r colomen yn nythu’n isel,

A name was born from the breath of snow,

Enw hir sy’n dawnsio fel awel ddistaw.

It rolls like thunder from mountain to shore,

Yn taranu trwy’r cymoedd, o fôr i fôr.

Not just a word, but a legend spun,

Stori sy’n dechrau dan haul a lloer.

Llanfair speaks with a saint’s soft grace,

Ac ...

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Particles drifting

Nestled inside lung branches

Each breath digs deeper

Unseen crystals cling

Microscopic volcanoes

Overtake the light

Nature’s cruel design

Oxygen choked by silence

Unwilling exile

Light no longer moves

Through the smoke that thickens fast

Roots rise in the dust

Air, a hidden war

Minerals without mercy

Invasive and cold

Cough becomes a ...

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The Longest word is not a word at all. It is a secret whispered in a server’s hum, A ghost that haunts the databases of man, too vast for paper and too strange for tongue. It is a formula, a chemical decree, A blueprint, not a spell, for what we are. One hundred eighty-nine thousand, eight hundred nineteen letters long, A river of code that never meets the sea, A serpent of the alphabet that has n...

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Two slices of the softest, plain white bread.

No fancy roll, no flour-dusted muffin

Spread thick with butter, a layer to embed

The heat keeps the contents safe from harm.

Then comes the torrent from the chip-shop paper,

a greasy, glorious, salt-flecked avalanche.

Piled on one slice, a teetering skyscraper

of potato, breaking every branch

Of self-control.

The second slice...

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I stand here to speak of a city,

Fowrged in the northern rain, without self-pity,

A city built on industry and fire,

Of working hands and genius and desire.

I speak of Manchester, a tale I wish to tell,

From a Roman fort to the resilient worker bees’ cell.

It starts with a whisper in the Celtic mist,

A Roman landmark where the Medlock twists.

A fort of stone, an outpost sta...

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