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Brighton Early+ / A bed-sits high and dry,marooned on a sandbank of night. / As radio 4-casts its nets to isolated ships like me that rudderless drift on into the light.
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Feb 24, 2011
Luggage or BaggageDING - DONG / " this is a call to passengers traveling to Ithaka, by way of Kensal Green. / Please have your passports and tickets ready, to be seen".
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Feb 28, 2011
Pink Brighton RockGazing south as if some wise, well worn fisherman,leaning against the wroughted railed pier in all its victorian, gordy, standing, splendor. / Warmed and held by the summer sun as close as shared spoon-cuddled arms. / On thermal air, calls and laughter rise from towelled steaked plots
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Feb 25, 2011
The talking in Alan's headCycling past buisness girls on his way through Camden town / between towering grey buildings and tourists that frown / The lights turns to red and like a one legged man at the curb
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Feb 25, 2011
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