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0205 Front Porch Days

Rating: 2.3

London, six o'clock in June, two-o-o-five:

These streets were built in nineteen-five or thereabouts
in unimaginative grid, on London clay and previous watercress beds
by builders and those, quote, 'developers',
whose sudden stroke of luck was that the Tube line was diverted
and foreshortened, now to pass this way all overground;
it took a century, and climate change, to prove
that cracked-out summer clay and winter watercourse,
and building onto earth, are not the best foundation...

but these terraces of modest houses
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Courtney Kane 10 June 2005

this is nice. picking up pointers from other PH poets is fine too.

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Andrew Konisberg 08 June 2005

what a zinger! top of the shop, Sir!

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