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city poem
went down to
the river
and
looked up
at waterloo
bridge,
it being dusk
and
just beginning to
rain
and
well,
it
felt
pretty awful
to be
so
alone
again
Published 31st Jul 2016
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31st Jul 2016 4:29am
& the melody of the poem
& the shape of the words
fall like the rain itself.
but never was there a rain
as sad as your poem...
& the shape of the words
fall like the rain itself.
but never was there a rain
as sad as your poem...
1st Aug 2016 1:07am
all the dark and the cold
and the rain do
is make one feel a little
more nothing...
and the rain do
is make one feel a little
more nothing...
31st Jul 2016 4:32am
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31st Jul 2016 7:57pm
Rain washing off the dirt of the past;
then the sun dries you in light.
I love the form, Paul. Discombobulated
as rain in the wind.
then the sun dries you in light.
I love the form, Paul. Discombobulated
as rain in the wind.
31st Jul 2016 11:00pm
1st Aug 2016 8:43pm
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