Boats and barges

Funny how one remembers the old way which way back then was the way. Mum picked up her pay from a little side window at the infirmary almost as if they didn’t want anyone to see it. Sister stood by the old canal wall watching the ‘lady Fiona’ which by the way which was the way…

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Channels

She’s thinking, his house or mine? I’m thinking Bauhaus and time I was moving along. Some songs are meant to be sung some carried heavily in a heart and some are just part of the tapestry we wrap ourselves in with our misery…

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Inner wheels

Another revolution one more time going around or just a shady put up job a circle on the underground. tin pot, crackpot, smoke pot not me. In this field of sight division is the only thing we see. There’s an uprising in Upminster unrest in Soho Square there are bombs being dropped on Syria aren’t…

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