I leave the Cleethorpes
I leave the Cleethorpes
train in pitch darkness and smell
which way the sea is.
train in pitch darkness and smell
which way the sea is.
posted by Pete Green at
20:07
16 March 2007
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- Name: Pete Green
- Location: Sheffield, United Kingdom
Poet, musician and snowflake. Sporadically sparkly. Rising slowly. Pedestrian. Grimbarian. Edgelander. King of the impossible. Big girl's blouse.
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