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Our Londis has closed down
so I have to walk miles for tobacco
Lovely autumn morning light
A kiss through the open window


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Poem on a ripped pack of condoms
her felt pen stuck
at the punch line


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I'm writing this over the park
remembering good times from years ago
People walk past and smile


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I eye your pink phone
Phalocentricity flips
into the red zone


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An old railway line
My father reminisces
and stares at the ground



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