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April 24, 2013 03:33 PM UTC --
Saturday shop busy you with Dylan Thomas’s Deaths & Entrances
poetry book tucked in your inside pocket of your brown jacket
Miss Croft Saturday girl dark hair ponytailed . . .
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April 23, 2013 03:31 PM UTC --
Down the lane behind the cottage where you lived you walked with Jane
the summer sun beaming down the birds in song cows mooing
from the fields beyond I can’t believe you actually . . .
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April 23, 2013 02:18 AM UTC --
Sidney was 5’2’ and weighed 200lbs and was 79 years old
and each morning you had to clean him up and wash and dry and powder him and dress him in his old clothes
but this morning . . .
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April 22, 2013 02:48 AM UTC --
Christine sat on the edge of her bed
her white dressing gown wrapped about her
her hair unbrushed she swung her legs back and forth like a child waiting to play games
you sat on the . . .
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April 21, 2013 02:45 PM UTC --
On that rattling train and rocky bus you went with your mother
to the sanatorium where your father was shafted with cancer
the bus made you travel sick the long drive upward was lined . . .
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April 19, 2013 02:53 PM UTC --
As you took old Mr Wheale to the lavatory
and sat and watched he didn’t fall
or slide you recalled the night before
lying in Mrs Tuba’s bed the curtains drawn against the . . .
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April 18, 2013 04:41 PM UTC --
Woolgar peered through the wire mesh at the girl’s playground can see that girl you like
down there he said you walked to the wire mesh
and stared through see her? he said no can’t . . .
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April 18, 2013 02:21 AM UTC --
Anne crutched her way through the narrow path and back gate behind you on to the side path
that led to the beach the sky was overcast she moved up beside you as you stood there
looking . . .
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April 16, 2013 03:53 PM UTC --
Jupp liked the Whitmarsh girl or so he said hand at the side
of his mouth whispered as she walked the corridor
from Maths room to biology class her friend the girl with the teeth
. . .
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April 16, 2013 02:24 AM UTC --
Mr Bedlows showed you around the old folk’s home the day had begun
at the new job the smell of urine and old age drifted by the nostrils
the dimly lit passageway he opened a door . . .
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April 15, 2013 02:49 AM UTC --
Look at her Greenfield said he was referring to Miss Money
a girl who sat two desks in front hair light brown drawn into a woven plait
at the back bet she’s got tits on her . . .
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April 14, 2013 04:00 PM UTC --
Her breath smelt of peppermints she leaned over you on Mr Spark’s bed where she’d pinned you
after creeping into the room as you made his bed her blue eyes peered into yours
. . .
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April 13, 2013 03:26 PM UTC --
Christina sat on you lap you sat on the low brick wall
around the playground leaning against the wire fence the summer sun
warming your head as she sat her grey skirt drifted up
revealing . . .
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April 13, 2013 04:28 AM UTC --
Her husband failed to give her this, this embrace, this kiss. Her lover, this other
woman, this one whom she could explore, wrap herself in, tongue, lick, smell, was suddenly
revealed to . . .
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April 13, 2013 03:14 AM UTC --
A female Buddha, the way she sat, not love making, that some
other. Cross-legged, he remembered her, on that blue sofa, the
Mahler playing from her hi-fi, her oval face, soft features, . . .
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April 12, 2013 06:49 AM UTC --
You entered the single factory door into a noisy and busy shop floor
with a guy called Brian who was older than you and had a worn and worried expression
a foreman came and asked Brian . . .
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April 10, 2013 03:38 PM UTC --
You walked down Bath Terrace having been to Jail Park on the swings and slide with Janice
and she had her red beret on the side of her head like some French girl I nearly bayoneted
my old . . .
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April 09, 2013 03:57 PM UTC --
He broke down when his wife said the baby in her womb had died.
He seldom cried, once when his father was plucked with cancer, another when he
thought she’d given him the elbow before . . .
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April 09, 2013 03:06 AM UTC --
Miss Ashdown faced the blackboard and chalked leaves and buds and stems
her fat behind waddled as she moved from side to side and Carmody said
if you peep through the small hole in the . . .
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April 07, 2013 03:04 PM UTC --
Saturday afternoon cycling up a 1in 6 hill then along the road toward the farmhouse
you dismounted and laid your bike against the fence and waited
to get your breath back the farmhouse door opened . . .
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