Thanks all. I think I've figured out why it has that pretty thing about it: when wrote this, I was reminiscing on delivering christmas hampers and presents to deprived families for a local charity.
I'd strongly recommend getting involved - not in a streets of london sort of "my life's rubbish... oh I stand corrected: life in general is miserable and unfair therefore I've cheered up now" sort of a way, but more for the interaction with the families you're helping - you can't help but smile when the little ones are telling you how excited they are about christmas.

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Well you must have got up on the wrong side of the bed the day you wrote this one Dermot.
Very cold, grey and bleak.
Some great imagery and i love the yawning sky lines too and the bits that Rachel likes. Nice one.

Janet.x

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Original item by Dermot Glennon

Hi Dermot... Loved this. You have encapsulated the inbetween world where people dont fit, a broken and frozen morning skillfully described in this piece. Is Britain broken? I think bits of it have always been broken (And have been in a worse state than they are now) Can we mend it? Probably not, just rearange the broken pieces to look different. win

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Bleak but strangely pretty. I really liked the 'one a penny..ten a penny'bit and just thought the entire poem was incredibly evocative. Fantastic.
Rach
x

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Original item by Dermot Glennon

good rythm and the repitition of the yawning sky works well to keep the stanza'a open to each other.

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