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Mar 2013
He walked passed,
across the street,
drunk.
Yodeling to everyone he saw.
A young woman rushed
trying to hide her laughter.

He walked out of sight
but we could all still hear him
as he yodeled away.

Another one came.
Same direction,
but on this side of the street.
Stopped at the shelter,
sat down.

“Hey man.”
Slurred.
“You smoke?”
I said no.
“I don't blame you. I do and I still don't blame you.”

A young girl,
still in school,
walked up and sat next to him.
“You waiting for the 16?”
the drunk says,
although I misheard him the first time.
As part of trying to challenge myself and my writing I've started writing poems about what I see around my home town Northampton.
Written by
Ashley Manning  Northampton, England
(Northampton, England)   
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   Julia and bex
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