39
The other half of england
I shall return to hazel
the van travel hath wearied me so sore
riding between pine I went
with the girl next door.
She is popular into the face
on which I shine.
Move along it's somebody's place
like faces
there's plenty of room in a van.
But I am a clubber I
want to dance
upstairs
& into the face of a man.
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These are fine fine poems, really liking them. What was the last line from the last one you read at the Blue bus?
was it:
in the terrible Assarts.
cause that was really good.
cheers
Steve
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