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nan’s on the road

in a hi-vis vest

      red like the bus

      at the queue’s tail end

vans honk horns

cars carp back

      morning, afternoon

      green is money’s honey

see the schemes of ghouls

pissing pantomimes

      what a bunch of cults

      witter earthen i

london is a floodplain

prone to tidal surges

      half of it was marshland

      before the pound signs flew

like a skein of goslings

frozen is the future

      autumn is upon us

      it’s cold out now

nan, come home

countdown’s on the telly

      ovaltine’s calling

      & gypsy creams

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