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A few miles inland, Told to lock all windows and doors, There is Chlorine in the air, As England remembers Soviet Russia, Chemical spills tickling the throat of the century, Stinging the eyes of the children Bored in the beer garden of Britain, The roads are all blocked and the whiskey is watered down. People leave slower than ever, Swimming in pools of exhaust fumes, CO2, Radio 2, M52 bound, Vehicular nightmare wound, Lost in the A-Z of our Father’s arteries Reversing through his varicose veins, Stopping short of starry futures, Air pollution spoiling meteor showers. An end, an end, Over and Over again.
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Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 10:30 AM UTC
Notes on a Widnesian chemical spill
A few miles inland, Told to lock all windows and doors, There is Chlorine in the air, As England remembers Soviet Russia, Chemical spills tickling the throat of the century, Stinging the eyes of the children Bored in the beer garden of Britain, The roads are all blocked and the whiskey is watered down. People leave slower than ever, Swimming in pools of exhaust fumes, CO2, Radio 2, M52 bound, Vehicular nightmare wound, Lost in the A-Z of our Father’s arteries Reversing through his varicose veins, Stopping short of starry futures, Air pollution spoiling meteor showers. An end, an end, Over and Over again.
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Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 10:30 AM UTC
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