S O U T H
(An anecdote from Third Rail "Country".)
Cluck!
Battered wings, a lost dream in the night
On the High Road.
Ah, here's my bus.
(Comment by poet: I promise you, I have NEVER EVER been in Balham on Wednesday mornings. All resemblance - except the bus and the dreams - is purely fictional.)
(An anecdote from Third Rail "Country".)
Cluck!
Battered wings, a lost dream in the night
On the High Road.
Ah, here's my bus.
(Comment by poet: I promise you, I have NEVER EVER been in Balham on Wednesday mornings. All resemblance - except the bus and the dreams - is purely fictional.)
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