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Jul 2013
lips on her mouth
spitting sweet nicotine south
with a smile to conclude
tonight's entertainment
and this morning's mood.

French accents on video screens
and blind blank volume dreams
that plunge our village into darkness,
houses and shops made with black
cotton tops where the heartless live and breathe.

legs that stretch,
legs that are worth more than I can fetch,
legs that hurt, kick and wreck
those you cannot forgive or
pay back debts;
debts in excess  of hundreds,
a size 16 dress size prize that you'll never be able to buy back now that it has been plundered
by greedy hands, and worse,
a shifting sand lifestyle.
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Tim Knight
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Tim Knight  Cambridge
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