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Mrs Canning’s Window
Mrs Canning has a studio on Cheyne Walk She paints there every day I often watch her work from my bedroom window She mainly paints landscapes red and green Which I am told are very popular My father has a Bridget Riley on his library wall I like this work very much but I prefer […]
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Warm House
If anything the rain is getting heavier I am witnessing a thousand theatres As the warmth of a thousand windows Illuminate the dark streets left and right The November shadows seem even more menacing now And I hold my keys tight in my generous pockets But I feel assured that I will be quite safe […]
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White Song
Your violet sheets are drying in the sun They can be seen clearly from the cliffs The sea winds are rather beautiful today
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Biscuit Tin
I purchased you faded From a coastal market Your beautiful decorations Were almost hidden by time Colours that were once quite vivid Felt heavy dull battered and blind But I have plans to bring you back to life So that you might again reflect The smooth sharp silk sea light Of these lonely northern shores […]
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Green Guest House
Our green guest house Is slowly coming into view But it will shortly be obscured By the grey hanging clouds
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Clouds Descending
The trees in the low valley Are almost hidden By the descending clouds It will rain within the hour
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Sisters Admired
As we stroll around the gallery I notice that neither of you are wearing bras But your breasts are not a mystery to me as I have seen them on many occasions Yet not so often these days as we live at opposite ends of the city Occasionally I see men looking at your breasts […]
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Sisters
As we stroll around the gallery I notice that neither of you are wearing bras But your breasts are not a mystery to me as I have seen them on many occasions Yet not so often these days as we live at opposite ends of the city I think that I prefer Mary’s tee shirt […]
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Future Rimbaud
You have not yet written your astonishing poetry I am the only living person who knows of this strange fact My name is Pass the Cuthbert and I sell beautiful flowers In front of one of London’s busiest mainline railway stations
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Hot Harry Hotspur
Adventures in Realism with Hot Harry Hotspur Was a song written by Nigel Pearce Patrick Of Rochester Kent This nineties group disbanded soon after this Their one and only hit record