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"oilskins" poems

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Aberdeen morningI walk down to the quayside, / past the Pure Gym fitness centre's / plate glass window.

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LOVE LINGERSIn the conservatory with the windows open wide I can still smell your pipe smoke. / I walk past and feel your oilskins' brush my hand. / I found some snippets of jet black hair left in my jewellery tray.

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The Life Saving StationIt is something out of a Wyeth painting, / the old life saving station at the end of the world, / a museum now, as if no one needed saving any longer.

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