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Apr 12
Steel grey streets in the boxcar brown Town and slashes of red somewhere off Soho Square.

The Thames runs muddy too as it fights its way to the sea.

Splashes of light appear like bloodstains on the pavements at night and somewhere a scream ( probably off Soho Square ) I think we all know what happens there.

At two a cleaning crew, Westminster council on the go,
I wish they'd go and clean Westminster up.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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