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Looking at the Stars
"Isn't that wonderful he, said reading my mind, "You don't get that up in Liverpool. This place is hard kidda, but believe you me there's magic here! You can sense it ' those skies say it all. It's so nice to see the beauty as well as the crap, our kidda! Being clean, off drugs the joys and pains, the beauty and sorrows¦¦ He grinned and winked then moved on to his next victim.
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Friends Reunited
..............feeling both a sense of deep excitement and simultaneous trepidation as the names of my then peers, contemporaries and there respective places and achievements in this life, this world were detailed upon the screens. It was startling and surprising; names that I'd almost forgotten I'd not heard of or seen for so many years came up under the lists of schools, workplaces and universities. Babies had been born, marriages and divorces, things in essence so simplistic but so essential to fundamental humanity were all scribed
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Forked Tongues
You didn't go paying house calls in this part of the estate for the sake of social nicety. Normally it was to scrounge a few coins to call a dealer, to borrow, to beg or steal on someone's giro day. There was always a motive of self-interest if you scratched at the surface for long enough around Lotus Court.
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Springboard to a Future?
A girl - perhaps, of no more than nineteen years of age - but her face already lined, ravaged and worn - is handing the crumpled tenner she's just sold herself for- now to seek her reward down a litter strewn alley off 'St Anns Chase.' A man in sports gear, his body adorned with the gaudy gold jewellery of greed takes the note and hands her the one miserly cellophaned wrap of Crack Cocaine. Life lived out through the white smoky haze of the gauze pipe ' the exchange of a never-ending agony.
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Letter to My Creditors
I have stale pieces of bread I can offer as terms of repayment and yesterday I found a half-eaten rodent of some size
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