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Our Covid

All Great Britain has now seen
How dreadful is Covid-19.
While it is hard to make predictions,
We hate all these dismal restrictions.

Has Nottingham reason to be in fear
Now it is placed upon the second tier?
For its people what shall this mean,
As we envisage this depressing scene?

While our politicians fight their wars,
Recall us being long cooped up indoors.
So many people do not ...

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Corona VirusCovid 19FreedomNottinghamStuart Vanner

Nottingham

I love living in Nottingham -

For it is my home and favourite city.

The people there are always friendly

And the parks are very large and pretty.

 

There is so much to see and do,

And it's such a special place.

It is famous for so many things,

From Raleigh bikes to lace.

 

To find all about it's past,

The Castle Museum is where to start - 

An intriguing place to...

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Stuart VannerNottingham

So How Nottingham Were You?

“eight Shippo’s a night youth

with a pack of No.6

loyal to the local economy

proud of where I lived,

never owned a Chopper though,

much to my chagrin,

every other Saturday

Trent End hooligan

serial movie matinees

at the ABC

a penny got the first one in

who let the others in for free

meet me at the Lions

don’t you know your left from right

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Garden of Remembrance

once I was chest high to the granite lipped
ornamental ocean but now the puddle barely scrapes my shins
and, while a brass band sounds and the fountain tries to drown
it’s leggy boatmen, Victoria frowns, like of old, at the memory
of extinct gilled gold replaced by layers of spectered petiole

“don’t stop me now” jogs the brass for the coital dragons who,
pollinating invisible wav...

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