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After the snow melted And its ice tide had crawled away Revealing the road again We began to find things that we had lost; mislaid. For example: a woolen hat I'd bought you
So we reluctantly leave, Just before Wilko finishes the final number and I hug my skinny sister, who, out of love and kipping on a mate's sofa in Mornington Crescent, wears her bright
Money? I'm decimated mate! Platform 17 for the 18.22 Express to Gidea Park Good night, good night! We've got to negotiate this, That and the other. We'll be lucky if we can reign
We walked through the Crystal Palace Park Sunday with ice and snow on the ground The chipping and scraping of shovels and spades Rang out as the only sound While politicians in Copenhagen
Marks Tey on a Sunday night - parked outside the railway station waiting... Twelve lucozade yellow street lamps stand like electric dinosaurs frozen in time above the slip-