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Dec 2012
When home feels like
a hotel and
forcing water down
like its wine in a glass,
warmed by a MDF fireside-
you know your real bed
is a world away.

Cars that laugh
wait at the lights,
as they become
just another set of traffic,
set into the night-time tarmac.
from coffeeshoppoems.com/
Tim Knight
Written by
Tim Knight  Cambridge
(Cambridge)   
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