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1d
Pints int sun
Socks, sliders and chit-chat
Walking home in zig zags
Good people
I miss all that

Summer days
Sunny haze
Topping up the tan
In the English rays

Factor 50
Laid on thick
When the temp strikes 20
The sunstroke hits

Ice-cold bevs
On a picnic bench
Tunes blasting
Pints thrown
Am chuffing drenched

The ciggies and spliffs
Chasing the vibe
Oh, what it is
To be alive

The beer gardens
Packed to the brim
“Sorry mate
You can’t come in”
Party in the park
Barbecues
And burnt sausage
Go on then
Another gin

The English summer
What a sight
Top’s off, top’s on
Golden days
And Endless nights
For the English summer
Northern Poet
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Northern Poet  London
(London)   
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   Mary Huxley
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