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Winter has come to the town. The growth of the grass is stunted, The song of the bird muted. The long evenings draw in, An old acquaintance look..

Shades of pink, tint the sky As the day collapses. And the oven like heat That the day has been producing, Continues to run With the gas full o..

I can recall a time A time that looking back on Was a period of violence, Aggression and fear A time that lingers in my past Like an old senil..

I peer long at the constellations And the Great Bear stares back From the dense opaque darkness Commonly known as the night. Each star within ..

I asked her For her phone number, And amid the smoky air And the drunken rambling punters, She took a pen And wrote it down On the back of a b..

I live in a block. A mammoth concrete block. A gigantic mass of concrete, girders, Mortar and hate. I can hear the neighbours above. I can he..

April, it’s snowing. Not just a minor freak but, A blast of a storm. Flakes as big as asteroids Cover the memory Of Jesus and his Easter ..

The police shot Neville Shot him in the head. A quick pull of the trigger And Neville was dead. One of my closest friends at school Was shot ..

The iron wooden bench, Facing the decrepit bookmakers And smelly newsagents, Sits solitary on the estate’s square. It is strewn with graff..