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Poetry: From The Doorstep To The Fence

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Propped up against the doorstep, a milky white reminder it’s the morning after. Soaked wet through, wherever did my shoes go, what about my brogues? Visualising a certain figure from last night. Oi! Who are you? Sitting there on MY doorstep daydreaming about YOUR lost loves. Go on, clear off before you start observing The Observer getting closer... »