(20 minute poetry)

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weather unsettled
no chance however of any sunshine.

It's not a break when you have to take the early morning flyer,
I try a different tack on the journey back and make it with a canoe.

Nothing else one can do when it's raining in London and the sun's got a glum on and my gumboots need exercise.

There is a limit and winter has reached it,
It teaches us well.

If there's a place such as hell I'm sure winter is welcome, but I'll remain handsome although soaked through to the skin on my way into work.

The tube is quite full
this journey is dull
I think I might pull
some
funny faces.