Seaside 4x4

Gulls wheel and squeal and spin

like dirty handkerchiefs in the wash,

one settles to rape a discarded bag of sodden chips

before the inevitable vicious pecking war begins.


Circling cleverly around this dawning scene

an urban wind unfolds the day,

unwrapping the present before

purchasing the future.


Beachside, a traffic cone King Canute

unsteadily enthroned, s...

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Also by Graham Sherwood:

Pain(less) |

I never sleep

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looking at you, I never

counting your breaths, I never

watching you dress

serving a dish

writing a report

choosing a wine...

turning  a page

sitting astride

waiting to 

folding your arms and

pushing toes into

sighing at an excuse

holding my face


holding my face.

When holding my face.

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

This is how I nearly died | The Cerebral Anjiogram | Scots wha hae! | A meeting in Algiers |


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In this town where I grew up, traipsing bored

to mass on Sundays, The Kingdom of God

was founded also by men who believed

in teatime treats. Abstemious fathers

of a global brand for whom the darkness

was devils that winked and slobbered in drink.


The Good News a source from which to drink

the truth, it brought hope to the weak or bored;

and those worthies knew that sl...

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Also by David Cooke:

Nothing | Lines for a Fighter |


The long cold walk from the car to the stone, the grass soaking wet because the sun hasn’t shown. 

The flowers have all died because we’ve been forgotten, this once cold flesh has decayed and is rotten.

I’m surrounded by ones who are all the same, but they have countless stories, countless reasons, countless names. 

Some like to disguise the pain with celebration, hiding behind a ...

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I told you


I told you
In 1982
Deacdes ago now 
But you'd have none of it
When I said I knew what Eartha meant
When she growled
"I Love men
I love men
I love men"

Didn't you think it was strange
That I enthused so much over Dynasty?
And Joan Collins
In all her finery
Strutting around like the cat 
Who'd clearly got the cream
Stiletto heels leaving a bloody trail
Of th...

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Also by Jon:

(untitled) |


Born in black
I squeezed for the white milk
From an unknown Breast
On the streets
I was a month old as a feast (0-1)
I balanced my feat
Raised my hands for a treat
But nobody was there
To give me a warm great
She left me alone
With my future on the streets
But three year old was least (1-3)

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Early Morning

~~Early Morning

Warm early morning sun breaking through the tiniest crack in the curtain
Tongue tracing the outline of your lips
The gentle caress of your hand on my thigh
I feel loved

Fingers gently tracing the curves of your chest
Stroking your fine hairs
Mouth wanting more
I feel loved

Creased sheets telling tales on what came before
Musky scent lingering in the air
Sunlight re...

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Also by Paul Gregory-Dodd:

The Sea (Part two) | The Sea (part One) | Stronger | Is it safe? | Loving Heart | I am here |

Free writing competitions for teenagers - September to December 2014

Here's my latest round-up of FREE competition links for young people getting started in the world of writing:

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Tags: free writing competitions,poetry competitions for young people,poetry resources

Also by Leilanie Stewart:

Free verse: The Poetry Book Fair 2014 |

Waiting for Nancy (I)

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Wandering around Marks and Spencer
Until you meet up on a blind date
For a pair of pants
To replace the ones
That you discover had
Blood staines on from
God knows when can
Be a thankless task.

Bumping into a work colleague
Who has been off sick
For ages and ages
And ages
And looks totally pissed off
Spending the next twenty minutes
Slagging off nearly everybody
Can be a thankless ...

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Deadpan voices from beyond the grave.

(I think Sylvia Plath had it down to a fine art.)


Who coined that expression I wonder? By thunder it was me!

In one of my scathing attacks on the poetry industry; and the way

the 'names' always read sepulchrally. Right now the only thing

I could think of to read out disinterestedly would be:

'I observed over a period of 3 days, someone's washing that had

been hung out to dr...

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Tags: nymphs,plug holes,powerwalking,shepherdesses,succubi,Zeus

Also by Phil Fletcher:

Shop Doorways. | Propinquity. (Sounds a bit rude doesn't it?) | THE WRONG KIND OF SILENCE. |

Paint me

Paint me a picture

Bright and blue

Paint me a story

Of me and you.

Give me some hope

Tell me you care

How do I cope?

Is it fair?

Paint me a story

Of love, of glory

Paint me a sky

Just you and I.

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Also by Preeti:

Love and Age | Garbled thoughts | Nature | I am | Metro Ride(r) | Evenings | (untitled) | (untitled) |


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Mosh : autobiographical. (dead long)
Mosh is a word I first heard in the last town I had at go at settling down in. I d given up writing. In those days there were no computers. Not in my posession.Id only just got to think they might be handy for typing on. I wrote chapters for the year 1994, a most significant time but tis was 1999. I wrote them in the flat in Waltamstow, on a big old word process...

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In my own community, the very streets run hot with envy

They look at me, peers and enemies alike

Looking like they always want to fight, out of spite

I sometimes wonder what they see when they look at me with envy

Is it my sexiness that offends, does my Blackness cause you dismay?

Are you mad because I choose to smile anyway

Does my skin tone upset you?

Because it high...

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Also by Aisha Heath:

The Mirror of Me |

Cute Cat Picture and Poetry Book giveaway

Here is a cute cat picture and a poetry book giveaway in conjunction with this. 

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Also by Andy N:

Unsaid (for the children abused in Rotherham) |

Dads farm girl

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Slight in stature.

Flows faster than wind.

A two-tone projectile

speedily diminishing

any distance,


Works the fields

with almost

human conscientiousness.


To her

the heights

of any wall

or fence

are insignificant.


You will never see


or unwillingness

in her eyes.

Only the enjoyment

of devotion and duty

and a keen re...

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Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:

Transaction | Gottle'o'geer | Forth Bridge | Godly questionnaire | Black Cat | Voyager | Bric-a-Bra(tti)c | Dead whore walking | The Byker | Croupier of my fate |


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A highlight of South-East Asia -
    As with other tropical lands -
Is the abundance of fresh fruits,
    At cutting which some have deft hands.

And, from these fruits, I’d often choose -
    To cool down from tropical heat -
A freshly prepared coconut:
    Chopped to drink; lining scooped to eat.

(C) David Franks 2003; from - 

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Things Can Only Get Bitter

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You’ve had your vote

You’ve had your say

You spoke up for

The Forth and Tay


Would you reject

The status quo?


But you said “No”


I’m sad to say

For our UK

The whole debate

Won’t go away


The nationalists

Will just want more

We’ve opened up

A running sore


Things can only get bitter

Can only bit...

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Also by John Coopey:

School Record |

Daphnis and Chloé

Daphnis and Chloé

at dawn
broke the glass case
and went to bleed
on the sheepskin

turned over
his wife's photograph
drank his coffee hot
looked nervously
at the reel of seconds

the day was young
light creeping
between thin letters
buds burst open
at the crossing
the traffic jammed
honked like mad
with the twisting of bodies
and the virgin ...

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Years snuck by

while I abused fun

by having fun.

The gradual mishaping

of my contours

covertly converged

and how I

became slower

in ascending

even the slightest of gradients.

How my energy wound down

as my age wound up.

I recall

battling  against

the slightest breeze.

A stoop

even tried

to make

itself at home

on my back!


the s...

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Also by Solar:

Self kidology | Towards Everland | Mishmash | Bore loving | Are the inanimate really dead? | Qualities | His own fool | Begrudge'ment day | A Foretelling | Plasticized passing | Death trap? Deathinitely! | Wishful drinking | Consequences | Ancient anticipations |

Lillie's Coffee Bar

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It's a place that illuminates the freest forms of me

A few pumps on my pedals, turns of my handles, and I'm already there

Tall palms twirled in lights line the way to my imagination

Tiny bells ding against the glass door as I glide inside

Freshly roasted beans percolate through anticipation to perfection

Burlap coffee sacks hang as window shades

Handiwork of local artists accents the walls

Sandy scenes o...

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Tags: coffee,freedom,imagination

Also by Candice Reineke:

Swallow Silence | Crime of Comfort |


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rusty bones
supporting hide
of rotting wood
the pungent smell
of seaweed

long dead things
its aged frame
crawls ashore
clicking like
fighting crabs

sand sloughing
from its skin

grey skies
clinging mist
clothing it
in gloom

a thousand
scrabbling legs
gripping claws
taking root
heaving carcass
to the shore


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Tags: kraken,pier,richpix,sea,sea monster,sexual awakening

Also by Ian Whiteley:

Snipers |

Wake up and smell 'em

With our rings
Of gold 
And our hearts
Of silver
And our lead boots
To trudge 
Out to sea 
We pour through
The gaps
Spill through 
The fissures
Spitting and
And bleeding
We glare 
At the pirates
As we shuffle
To collect 
Our pieces of 
And we punch 
Our drunkeness 
Into the faulty 
Mechanically logging in 
To the clo...

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Also by Twilbury Wist:

Gesundheit | Time Bomb | Fancy Dress | From whence they came | The factory | The mechanics | Naturally simple | The Shadows of Clouds | Space Ape | The Poetry of People | The Circus of people | Bobbing for Apples | The Seamstress | The Burden |


Blessed boredom.
Gateway gift.
May your slow, hidden grace
nurture new, all that is new.
The goad, pricking lumbering imagination
into action, reluctant cow. 
Blessed boredom.
Value of the other.
Distraction-hungry homo sapiens
on the ropes.
Drudgery and silence eroding spirit. 
But if you're bored enough
you move. 
There is a winner 
in the frantic little creativity Olympics

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Anthology on Addiction

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The Whole Desolate Day, an anthology on addiction, is currently seeking submissions.

Send one to five poems/prose on addiction Deadline January 15, 2015 Reading fee:  $3 Publisher:  Little Lark Press

Please find full guidelines at:


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Tags: addiction,anthology,call for submissions,poetry,submissions

Numb Lines

Blood swells into pearls of claret

So much from so little.

      Thin red lines, imperceptible

Yet my head tips.

Nothing more beautiful than a smudge of crimson

      A pair of green eyes

I wanted you

But through it all you overthought and worried

      Planned yourself into anxiety

Words should flow

Like lips

Like love

I wanted to sleep with you


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Also by hotpeppers:

Napkin Poems | Us in Imagination | Red Mind | Litany of Lovers and of Lacking |

I Think About You

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I think about

you every day.


I may not

write or

I may not

say, "Hey"!


But I think

about you

every day.

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Tags: About,Think,You

Also by Shirley Smothers:

My Dad |

Who let this happen?


Just think

Up North

A majority of

Four million odd



Pieces of paper

Into slots

May be

Pulling up


By electoral


Three hundred


Of union.


(For a full explanation apply to David Cameron)

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Also by Harry O`N eill:

Who let this happen? | Who let this happen? | Who let this happen? | THE SMILE | ROSE (dancing the Rhumba) |

I Am An Ocean

I am an ocean - swilling calmly; wrecking ships and shore.

I am a hurricane - outer parts and eye and more.

I am an avalanche - speaking softly to me I'll be still;

But bellow loudly, stomp about on me I'll spill.


I am the weather - sunny, clear but fit to burst

When a thousand droplets are absorbed in thirst;

I filter out all dross downland, upland and over hills


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Also by Natfastic:

God Unzipped the Sky | I Am Angry | The Circle (Reworked) | Difficult Emotions | Thoughts | SHUT UP! | Truth Junky | What a Foreign Concept | Too Late! | This Monster |

To a Dying Star

When the day comes,

full of red nimbus skies

and black pronounced

against the bodies of - they will say it was

not outside of any plan.


Like, too, my foolish way

of thinking it is here, holding hands;

some real and loving thing,

they will say that everything

united is - universe after universe.


I could have most if it:

the blue and white eye delights,


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Also by Marianne Daniels:

Print |

Significance of the Nineteenth Autumn

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As the nineteenth autumn has come upon me,
It’s a whole new world I see.
Treacherous creatures, so often, hush and hide,
And it seemeth to me, a change in tide.

The poetry of soothing sensation has gone,
The glimmering golden glow of the sun is now none.
Some say,’ The Head is battling with the Heart’.
Well ! All Logic has been torn apart.

As I gaze into the vast emptiness
The d...

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Tags: angst,change,dejection,desire,life,loss,love,nature,passion,resignation,romance,seclusion,serenity,spirit,youth

Also by Ad Astra:

Stillness | Nature reclaimed | Eternal Moment |


Kept convincing myself

 end would turn out fine


Fazed but withstanding

implore for a visible sign


Trudge turned Incessant

with reserves at very last


Stretched to the optimum

leaving me plainly aghast


Events turned divergent

 expectations got belied


Means while just perfect

 but to end never applied


Resolve nearly exhausted...

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Tags: determination,patience,Resolve

Also by Sunny Chopra:

The Resolve | Disenchantment | The Cortege |

Don't Write Hungry

A really good sandwich,

Has two pieces of bread,

(we all know the club is compensating)

Is void of mayonnaise,

But has in its stead,

(Mayonnaise is for the self-deprecating)

A nice bit of mustard,

And a sharp slice of Ched…dar.

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Tags: fun,sandwich,silly

Also by James Roper:

Ever-was | Have you ever heard an angel laugh? | For a Stranger | No Reason |

Eastnor Castle Easter Monday

~~Eastnor Castle Easter Monday

The bluebells, he decides, are a slide made of sky
lying over the hill where I’d like to decline
his interrogation fired ad infinitum
until all the eggs have been counted and eaten.
The Question-Master needs instant answers
and a database big as The Bible.
The family might call it repartee -
for me it’s a case of survival.

Dandelions can be yellow or...

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Drunken fool

Chasing bottles of Gin

Instead of You

You Think of you 

So thinking of Gin


Blind drunk

Only with Gin

Maybe the wine started it

But finished by Gin

Agreeing with the senseless

Being defenceless

Maybe the wine started it

But ended

with the Gin

Solve the world in a rant

barely sufficient...scant

The wine started this

now need a ppp... we...

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Also by Quiet Comet:

Enveloped and doped | A million little pieces | Our home, our castle |


Your touch still lingers on my skin like the warm yet cold breeze of the wind,


Your kiss heavy leaves an imprint on my lips like the moist rain that steadily drips,


Your laugh still gives me the bees in my gut like hiding from the storm in that little hut,


Your body close to mine in a gentle embrace like the love surrounding our little space,


Your voice calmin...

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Tags: Happiness,Love,Memories,Remembrance

Also by Kassandra Morris:

Forsaken Love | Eternity | Cold Nights | Silence | Flame |

YOU SMILED - a song of renewed love

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Nearly never made it to that dance the other night

Nearly stayed at home again - alone and out of sight

So glad I went and found you there

And found again that I could care

This loser's heart was stil so sore from all the hurt it had before


You looked at me and in your eyes I saw a stare of wild surprise

Everything stood still and then - you smiled and love began again


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Also by M.C. Newberry:

SCOTTISH INDEPENDENCE - an English perspective | BLESS! | SERVES ME RIGHT - country lament | THE SNP | LONELINESS |

Status Update

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There are those who check the obituary

In the local paper, be it the Hull Daily Mail

Or the Huddersfield Daily Examiner

Before they decide to get up on a morning

(In T S Eliot’s day, it was the Boston Evening Transcript.)


These winter mornings, I know how they feel

Waking cold, to a grey dawn smeared across my window

But I have a technological solution:

I check my F...

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I Never Made Promises Lightly | Sentry Duty |

posh avenue

Posh Avenue


Beautiful avenue big trees on both sides lend dignity to palatial homes,

tall walls with broken glass on top and silence. Yet it is the wrong kind

of hush like a solid melancholy that April days are unable moderate.

This wide avenue has little traffic except for patrol cars driving up and

 down protecting the values of houses that are empty and gloomy.

These dw...

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Also by jan oskar hansen :

babies and dogs | doomed | unmoving sadness | idyllic road | age | martini | Centenary | suits | collaborator | a leonine moment |

Will I ever..

-the ramblings of another young girl-

written: 9/16/14

  I wonder..

will I ever see past the mass of tears, that restrict me from seeing anything but you..

will I ever smell anything other than your delightful scent again..

will I ever hear your name without thinking of how badly I want you here with me..

will I ever be able again?

   I wonder..


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Also by .L.m.P.:

Baby, I think I might be falling..catch me? |

I hate over thinking. I hate staying up late in my room.. alone. The silence gets so loud. A million and one thoughts escape from the Pandora box inside of my mind. Clever enough to kill each and every one of my emotions. Brilliant enough to create more and more problems. Feeding off of my fears. Feeding off of insecurities. Feeding off of all my worries. I cant escape it. I cant run. Heart poun...

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No more

will I tolerate

your gentle storm

smudging its way

across my sky


It sits 

over the sun

and hardly

seems to care

where it is.


I wait for it

to blow over,

to dissapate,

to fade-

or move on.


But still

it lingers-

like that kiss

you gave me-

full and heavy.












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Also by sian howell:

Overcast | You and Me | Long Days |

Writers of the third kind workshop (First in a new season)

Hi all;

Little reminder that Writers of the third kind workshop, the free poetry writing workshop that me (Andy N) co runs is back 2moro nite for the first in a new season of poetry writing workshops.

As normal, it is a 7pm meet up at the sweet green tavern, near sainsburys in the centre of bolton and near bolton train station.

hope to see a few of you there.

Andy N 



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TO THE LOVE OF MY LIFE [Mary Cassie Sekonyela]

I'll always think of you through much darker days, You are my friend. My Beloved star,that sparkle through the black cloud hovering over the moon to make my nights darker. Yes,you are my lilly that sprung out of the rich soil on the shores of the river of my life. You bring joy to my soul,like the magnificent pebbles that rest in the shallows of the shimmering rapids. You ar...

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New Summer

I lived a life
That was not mine
But now I have returned
To fear of fucking up,
Withholding all my burns.

I think of it as heaven, no time to think of me
Everyone's accepted, whoever they may be

Not just another cog, I was a friend or extra arm
I did whatever they could not
The whole summer, keeping calm

I could manage anything
A new challenge every day
Reason for exhaustion

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Also by Yenimls:

Escape | Heartbeat |

The Sweetest Drug

I know I say things that make your jaw drop

Then I'll flash you a smile that'll make your heart stop

I'll get under your skin just because I know I can

Because when it comes to being sane, I guess I'm not a fan

I know I drive you crazy and you want to wring my neck

I came off so innocent and now you never know what to expect

We go from screaming at each other to waking up togethe...

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Tags: addiction,free verse poetry,love,Romance

Also by Cassandra Lupi:

Trouble |

gilded cages

Gilded cages are not for me, I want my freedom, I want to breathe, Love a man no matter the cast of creed. Masks and facades are not for me, I am who I am and will always be, No one can dictate to me my needs, To hide my desires is not in me. To make love to a man before wearing a ring. Papers and contracts are not for me, I am a woman not an object to be traded, No papers decide the ma...

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The handle to raise and lower Kent

(early draft, may change)

Oh, I was down in Maidstone,
I called at County Hall,
And in the council chamber there's
A handle on the wall.
They said, "Don't touch that lever!"
I asked them what they meant.
They told me, that's the handle
To raise and lower Kent.

Up, up if we pull!
Down, down if we press!
Our goals are Kent's
Controlled ascents
From here to near Sheerness.

We made...

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Magic spun
that long weekend in the sun
Walled in by barking mad
hip-hop slinging
fairy lighted
sprightly spun
oak aged treetop conductors of fun.
The grass we lay upon
be our blanket
The songs we sung
Need no rhythm. Rhyme       nor reason
As rules are broken 
and hedonism reigns all.
Tranquil, serene, only to be seen by eyes who w...

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Tags: Festival,freedom,fun,the wild


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Tap, tap, tap

Is there anybody there

Making movement

Making love cos its not fair

Making Gospel so the sheep can bleat

Whats the problem guys

Its only war


Its only fear

Its only death

It will pass

Not too slowly

Not too fast


There.s bucks to be made

So lets all hate

Lets all plunder

Great News friends

There is someone  there

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China Town

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love made in hollywood might badly fall apart

dance around the fairy lamps down in china town

begging god for mercy but she's busy just right now...


just like when i need you tonight
beauty from the east will cool down all the lit up hearts
burn inside the church despite you suffered all your life
searching for the peace deep in caves but not your mi...

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Tags: begging,china,god,needs,someone,town,you

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