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Observation Touch

Rating: 4.6

Is it not impossible to
Stalk this town in
Blind-man shades?
Surely, one would tend to think -
The winding, cobbled street, by
Texture and by horse-smell,
Butcher’s corner, stale blood
Trail, a whiff of evening ale

The silver-bearded violinist,

Hat displayed - he’s twenty quid a
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David Gerardino 05 December 2004

great poem...i felt like putting a lock on my door, then looking out my window. good job.

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Lenchen Elf 05 December 2004

Highly evocative of some small towns in the north, lovely work

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Herbert Nehrlich1 05 December 2004

Excellent! I felt myself walking the walk. H

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