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Collected around the cafe  tables The normal folk of many labels: Emily is a district nurse getting 10p from her purse; Steve, a school inspector is worrying about the public sector; Javed, a curry house chef is annoyed at last night's football ref; Karen just made head of service Truth be told she's pretty nervous; Imogen's fork falls on the floor Her teeth are  splintered from her jaw Dust, the silent din Flying hurtling lances Punctured skin Alarm light dances Life caves in Misfortune chances Explosive sin A coward glances Emily was my district nurse.
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Apr 28, 2010
Apr 28, 2010 at 2:24 PM UTC
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Collected around the cafe  tables The normal folk of many labels: Emily is a district nurse getting 10p from her purse; Steve, a school inspector is worrying about the public sector; Javed, a curry house chef is annoyed at last night's football ref; Karen just made head of service Truth be told she's pretty nervous; Imogen's fork falls on the floor Her teeth are  splintered from her jaw Dust, the silent din Flying hurtling lances Punctured skin Alarm light dances Life caves in Misfortune chances Explosive sin A coward glances Emily was my district nurse.
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Apr 28, 2010
Apr 28, 2010 at 2:24 PM UTC
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