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The blind beggar near Aldgate a city gent at the Embankment the Temple not meant for a psalm this District line takes some time to unravel so I travel on blindly much the same as the beggar. Euphoria I'm passing Victoria and she passed away many a long day ago. and I am heading to Kew but Richmond may do a walk in the gardens or a stroll by the Thames all caught quite neatly by the camera's lens. In a day filled with happy I have to ask her to slap me just in case I am dreaming. ........................ ................,. (part 2) Back I thought to Barons court alas 'twas not to be I took the platform on the other side to find myself beside a sea which pleased me absolutely, going home is such a chore I'd sooner watch the comings of the tide but what I actually saw was building sites by seaside huts, this nuts and bolts society has once again undoubtedly ******* me up completely. Short platforms are the norm for me in this shrunken underground where I can see that insanity Is the next stop.
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Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 3:08 PM UTC
Day trips and home again (parts 1 & 2)
The blind beggar near Aldgate a city gent at the Embankment the Temple not meant for a psalm this District line takes some time to unravel so I travel on blindly much the same as the beggar. Euphoria I'm passing Victoria and she passed away many a long day ago. and I am heading to Kew but Richmond may do a walk in the gardens or a stroll by the Thames all caught quite neatly by the camera's lens. In a day filled with happy I have to ask her to slap me just in case I am dreaming. ........................ ................,. (part 2) Back I thought to Barons court alas 'twas not to be I took the platform on the other side to find myself beside a sea which pleased me absolutely, going home is such a chore I'd sooner watch the comings of the tide but what I actually saw was building sites by seaside huts, this nuts and bolts society has once again undoubtedly ******* me up completely. Short platforms are the norm for me in this shrunken underground where I can see that insanity Is the next stop.
john-edward-smallshaw
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Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 3:08 PM UTC
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