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Saturday, 3 January 2015
2 minute poem at the train station.
Uniformity reigned
Over cracked concrete slabs
Buried cigarette butts, scraps of
Gum wrappers, made home in its mercy
Its bleary eyed subjects emerged
Sheep shorn of their sides
And backs, shuffling as though it were
The Great Yorkshire Show
Or some such lark.
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