The flooded city
The flooded city
wrings itself out, and we step
gingerly to pubs.
wrings itself out, and we step
gingerly to pubs.
posted by Pete Green at
16:54
27 June 2007
About Me
- 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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- Between the curtains
- Stressed about work, I
- Five hundred metres
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