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from st paul's to county hall...
the skyline funnels
through my eyes and
pours into my brain,
like wine
into the bottle from a cask,
unsettled and bursting
once again
I am the river
and the city is my glass...
Published 9th Mar 2016
| Edited 10th Mar 2016
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10th Mar 2016 2:26am
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10th Mar 2016 2:35am
Beautiful, Paul. While I love the dry wit reflected in the majority of your work, this is the side that leaves me breathless. Well worth waiting for.
10th Mar 2016 11:18am
I'm afraid that for much
of my time I'm cursed
with an awful sense of the
ridiculous, although the
sense of wonder lies
beneath..:)
of my time I'm cursed
with an awful sense of the
ridiculous, although the
sense of wonder lies
beneath..:)
10th Mar 2016 4:34am
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10th Mar 2016 11:09am
This left me wth a sudden urge to see the Thames... sadly, a very long way away.
10th Mar 2016 11:22am
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10th Mar 2016 9:53pm
really enjoyed this - different for you - I enjoyed this just as much if not more :-)
10th Mar 2016 10:34pm
