TFLA Poem by Adam, the Grub Street LodgerFinding Yourself - on public transport.Some people try to find themselves by going to India but I found myself on the bus and I didn’t go that far. And if it’s India you want, jump on the 44 Find yourself in Tooting, and it’s India galore. Or if it is Jamaica, the 18 is your ride Enjoy the local dialect and jerk-chicken your insides. But no, I want some Jewish stuff, leap onto bus 13 Enjoy your bagels and wide hats in the shops of Golder’s Green. Media types, try Soho and boxers Old Kent Road Or mosey on to Temple where lawyers all are stowed. If it is for dusty, musty books that you seek Slouch away to Bloomsbury any day of the week. Eight million sods are crammed into this tiny place But all of those who’ve been here long, can navigate that space. Some people travel the whole globe and chart the wonders they see But I prefer to ride the bus and let the wonders come to me. © 2012 Adam, the Grub Street LodgerReviews
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StatsAuthorAdam, the Grub Street LodgerLondon, United KingdomAboutMy novel, 'Death of a Dreamonger' is on sale now. Order your copy at www.britainsnextbestseller.co.uk A video to explain who's who and what's what (2 mins). more..Writing
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