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Advance!
April Flurry
Being Santa
Birthday
Brush Strokes
Byronic
City of Dreams
Cook and Drive
Do A Little, Leave A Lot
Ed Cases
Egg
Girl With One Track Mind (Sexhunters)
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
Madhouse
Meat Elegy
My Best (Wasn't Good Enough)
Odd Ends
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 Fight
The Last Word
The Liger
Whilst on Lose Hill
Women
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Lose Hill
One Spring dusk on Lose Hill,
high above a town called Hope,
The sun setting, air cool and still,
My thoughts are with a dying Pope.
A last solar grin lends Lord's Seat
a Mam and Back Tor double chin,
I stumble earthward and lose my feet,
thinking: 'Where life ends, heaven begins.'
'John Paul's dead! It's on telly,'
says Hope's barmaid with a trill,
It's only then I clearly see
what was lost whilst on Lose Hill.
2 April 2005
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