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November Collage Poem: Smoke
Neutral mind draped across grimy windows,
Got to be cocks and screwdrivers
Ducking and diving across unexpected surprises
Policies of strange girls from Blackpool
and Brief Encounters recycled in Staleybridge
Lumps of snot tubes or mask
Red sore skin rubbed to rust
We meet in hospital corridors,
Platforms of abandoned train stations
It was 50 yea...
Monday 9th November 2015 10:00 pm
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