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Jan 2018
And after the rain
on a damp city morning,
the January streets are littered with the
aftermath of celebrations,

plastic champagne flutes, lost shoes and
torn down streamers adorn the pavements
along with copious amounts of lost dignity;

The old has been well and truly bid adieu
and the morning heads of the revellers
will recall little of the night before
as they yawn and suffer their way into the new year...
Tom Balch
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Tom Balch
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