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Metropolitan Line poetry

Mostly composed on the 07:33 to Finchley Road, then hastily typed up at work. Apart from the ones written surreptitiously in boring meetings or on the way home.

Monday, 11 January 2010

Note for my mum

Nope, nothing recently: I have poetic thoughts but few make it into lines.

I am thinking through two poems: one about ice and snow, and one about shape and colour.

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Posted by NoName at 13:28

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