The Poetry Business

A reet rough diamond

This Broughton boy

Salford born

And Salford fled.

Y're an Essex  'Erbert now me lad,

No dirty old town fer you, our kid,

London suburbia'll have to do

Fer likes o'you.

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◄ A Sufi Saint contemplates his imminent dissolution



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