Personal Platform: Late
This poem demonstrates something we’ve all been through more than a few times in our
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Personal Platform: ‘Late’
It’s late autumn; the leaves are nestled under tree trunks or half shoved into dirty drains.
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With winter wind whacking at your windows and chilling gusts approaching, what is more fitting
Claustrophobic London
Buses and taxis whizz by in blurs – a scene which could have jumped right
Long Forgotten
I keep thinking how strange it is, That when we’re dead and long gone Our