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Gathering-points,like standing stonesof no hope,young faces,blankand medieval-daft,strong hands,danglinglike pecked convicts,bright eyes,grown dimlike..
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I thinkit was 'La Mer' first,on Wal’s Dansette,that we snogged to in 1961and had our 'ecstasy of fumbling'in the house next door. Walked past i..
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It got to him from way back,homing infrom an unromantic evening,typically late fifties:a Woolworth's painting dab of sunsethunkering downbehind lourin..
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We moved as onefor the rightto negotiatehow to be alonetogether,while firemenat the tube-stationmoved as oneto piece togetherone who negotiatedbeing a..
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Would he come in and see my Meccano crane?He could help me build something else,but he always wanted to play out instead.Called himself Billy Liddell,..
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I thinkit was 'La Mer' first,on Wal’s Dansette,that we snogged to in 1961and had our 'ecstasy of fumbling'in the house next door. Walked past i..
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Birkenhead buses were blue, blue Guy Arabs for school, bus stop in front of a bombed house on Borough Road, the gap filled by Camp Coffee and Senior S..
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Behold him in the field, yon solitary squatter!Behold him in the print, yon weekend poet!I know all about you; I’ve read enough of them.I can no..
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Heading out of the docks, a lorryturns full-steam into the road;its headlights splash on windowsblinking at the evening news.Across the way, a telepho..
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“Never thought he’d do this on a spring day,not when the house is paid for and us kidsare off his hands; filling time’s easy - hey,h..
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