a poem or pic a day until I die or dont;
the online home of Ford Dagenham
Wednesday, 11 November 2015
(AMONG OTHER THING) COLLEGE WAS
the new worlds of old-men pubs at dusty nowhere noon quiet like dead planets the souls of fried flies trapped innicotine net curtains over original ancient window panes and unplayed Bleach on the unplugged jukebox
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