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oskar hansen


Poems of oskar hansen

181. big breakers 11/3/2014
182. bin men 7/18/2012
183. bird watching 5/15/2009
184. Birthday party 10/24/2013
185. birthday party 2 11/24/2011
186. birthday poem 11/1/2010
187. birthdays 3/14/2011
188. black ghettoes 11/27/2014
189. black humour 4/14/2014
190. black phone 10/14/2013
191. black winged carrions 4/25/2010
192. blank decency 11/21/2008
193. blank page 7/6/2010
194. bleak coast 12/18/2008
195. blindness 12/27/2010
196. blood in the sand 12/11/2014
197. blowing in the wind 6/5/2009
198. boyhood 12/2/2010
199. brazilian cafe 7/26/2010
200. british election 5/8/2010

lady and the tramp

The Lady and the Tramp

I took the bus from Ellesmere Port to Birkenhead,
from there the underground to Liverpool, walked
to Hanover Street; took a rickety lift up four floors
to a studio where Miss Summers tried to teach me
to speak posh English. A hopeless task my Norse
accent refused to be relegated clung to my throat
like phlegm, the size of a jelly fish, and anyway,

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