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Jul 2011
I GO SOLO! And if it must be spent,
Then allow it being in the concrete
Of murky buildings; - climb under the high street,
Eye up some greenery – the canal bent,  
Its colourful turns – from Lock to Regents,
Can seem a long ting: when its just my feet
Distant street lights; No battery to tweet
Stop by Zoo listen to animals intent.
Boy! I'm reaching these scenes frequent; jack jones
And the time I spent rhyming to myself,
Those words are images of thoughts I felt, 

the sickest wickedest is not alone

Almost as good as getting a black belt
When two MC's spit free's to release I'm home.
This is a translation of John Keats - TO SOLITUDE

O SOLITUDE! If I must with thee dwell,
Let it not be among the jumbled heap
Of murky buildings; - climb with me the steep, 

Nature's Observatory - whence the dell, 

Its flowery slopes - its rivers crystal swell,
May seem a span: let me thy vigils keep
'Mongst boughs pavilioned; where the Deer's swift leap 

Startles the wild Bee from the Fox-glove bell.
Ah! fain would I frequent such scenes with thee; 
But the sweet converse of an innocent mind, 
Whose words are images of thoughts refin'd, 

Is my soul's pleasure; and it sure must be 
Almost the highest bliss of human kind,
When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee.
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