Colonised, old railway tracks and pits.
Spread of creeping thistle and bracken.
Limestone grasslands, brimstone broods;
fritillaries, clouded yellows.
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The clock shows different times on its two faces,
both wrong. We arrive early,
work out the ticket machine
and validator, settle down to wait
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I hope these help to keep you safe.
Are you lonely at the front?
You have your pals, along the trenches.
And we have ours, inside the factory.
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It was that time of year; there would be daffodils
at home, beside hedges, glowing in the rain.
Labouring in the cutting, he saw them dancing.
A poem they had been schooled to learn by heart.
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BBC trying to get with the Sixties.
After it was played
compere David Jacobs
repeated the title in his
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