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I Remember Bren
tattooed, sweat drenched, confessional, this rose sopped ecstasy I maybe tested through a full glass yet, my word, your flavour so fresh as the closest and sweetest kept secret, tasted: tested: approved as complicit dew through years of spilt guilt, when ventured pleasure ordered, I, insect twixt the lingered crawl along villous cinnamon and apricot stole, long reflections through the viscid, over...
Tuesday 27th May 2014 9:20 pm
So How Nottingham Were You?
“eight Shippo’s a night youth
with a pack of No.6
loyal to the local economy
proud of where I lived,
never owned a Chopper though,
much to my chagrin,
every other Saturday
Trent End hooligan
serial movie matinees
at the ABC
a penny got the first one in
who let the others in for free
meet me at the Lions
don’t you know your left from right
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Wednesday 22nd August 2012 7:43 pm
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