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Titles of Poems & Verse 7/7 Advance! April Flurry Being Santa Beyond. . Birthday Brush Strokes Byronic City of Dreams Cook and Drive Coventry Precinct Do A Little, Leave A Lot Ed Cases Egg Fat Ambulance Girl With One Track Mind (Sexhunters) Give Me A Haircut Like Byron! Glory Sealed Haiku Firework Hangover Holiday Camp I Fell in Love on the Northern Line I Fought The Law and I Won Jack Dove (Canto 1) January Blue Job Sonnet Jury Service Letter to February Lewes (Till I Die) Loving You Odd Ends Madhouse Meat Elegy My Best (Wasn't Good Enough) Our Neighbours Ownsome Valentine Persian Sailing Probably Not Road Kill Salsa Saturday Night at the J H Tavern Slam Door Smoke In The Night Snowscape The Last Word The Liger Whilst on Lose Hill Women	First lines A life drowning in fluids and smoke A score years since I left Coventry, I'm off again An insult too many At first The Wall of Blue Corpses Cross of blood on white Dangling, tantalizing carrot Fat Ambulance, Fat Ambulance! Fiery mirror Five days in -it's a curse Five a.m. light reveals a brilliant guest Five days in - it's a curse Flood light creeps round seams of curtains For eight years I've cherished a wee, free bird Goalhanger month, February! He's popular in the neighbourhood Here's his costume but you'll need boots I fell in love on the Northern Line I thought I saw a Liger I was working on my car Into ether slipping, wispish through the mirror In humble style I start this tale Layers of paint anew glide on Loving you Mambo, salsa, cross-body lead New pinstripes the frame adorn One Spring dusk on Lose Hill Our neighbours are perfectionists Oxymoron town Pete the Meat has had a heart attack Powder from the heavens Southover torches blaze once more Sparkling air of shards o' glass Streets ablaze with diversion The dial completes another cycle The Fiat walks Jesus-like on water The jurors sit down The Last Word is dead The old Slam Door train rolls in The scales tip Valentine's night on my ownsome Village of Vacation! Campus of Fun! Welcome home! 'What're yer having done today?' asks the barber Women are like minicabs You hunt sex like some shoot rabbits You were my friend Egg You were the greatest of your time Your eyes shone radiant bright

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