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it was whilst under the railway arches
at london bridge, where I could have sworn, as
I made my way through, that victorian
voices were echoing forth -
and still I say one talked
to me and cried out as I passed -
"for what it's worth, mate,
you're dead, too..." -
and who the fuck are you?
I asked...
Published 19th Mar 2016
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19th Mar 2016 3:06am
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19th Mar 2016 8:45am
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19th Mar 2016 11:34pm
19th Mar 2016 3:09pm
Ghosts of an unjust system. London is filled with centuries of them. Great write, Paul.
19th Mar 2016 11:26pm
there are major works currently
being undertaken, both under
and over ground in London, with
the forthcoming Crossrail system,
which may well lead to the destruction
of the old arches and tunnels I
have always loved, and I just want
to write about them, before they go...
being undertaken, both under
and over ground in London, with
the forthcoming Crossrail system,
which may well lead to the destruction
of the old arches and tunnels I
have always loved, and I just want
to write about them, before they go...
19th Mar 2016 5:57pm
19th Mar 2016 11:37pm
19th Mar 2016 9:07pm
I hear voices too - I usually find it wise to ignore them :-)
like much :-)
like much :-)
19th Mar 2016 11:40pm
20th Mar 2016 1:38am
20th Mar 2016 11:08am
and if everything's relative,
it's no wonder the world is
run on nepotism..:)
it's no wonder the world is
run on nepotism..:)
