the old block
in the chippy, queueing with glutinous people, shit-for-breakfasts, belching out the afterbeat of a week that wasn’t
one fifty jumbo special
the sky weighing down around your shoulders like a wet, grey cagoule
potato men, the curl of our lips reflecting in empty shop-windows
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The sausage and chips is a good price isn’t it. You’ll miss that.
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Posted on 28-Mar-04 at 1:02 am | PermalinkNice one Meance.
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Posted on 28-Mar-04 at 4:05 am | PermalinkYou sure are something else. I like. :)
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Posted on 28-Mar-04 at 11:01 pm | PermalinkYou’re quite glad to be moving, then?
Great post, ace …
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