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I'm walking barefoot among the chip bags, coke cans and discarded food.
The children all seem happy and in a holiday mood.
Older overdressed couples, engaged in in-depth ignorance.
Watch while their grandkids all swim out to sea in raggy underpants.
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Some days it seems you have jets on your heals.
This feeling will last forever.
Then somedays you find that your laces are tied.
Your laces are tied together.
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One last chance as I recall.
A back pinned against a wall.
A tongue too tied to say a word.
They answer to no one.
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I started working in the boiler room. The first year there was as a wooden broom.
"Sweep those floors clean and make them shine".
I knew the floors there were not that kind.
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I sat outside at 8 o'clock.
I noticed that the sun had stopped.
Directing light between the trees
Of 31 and 33.
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International men of mystery.
They won't discuss their history.
Dark haired men with sallow looks.
I assume PAYE and on the books.
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Summer Holidays
I'm walking barefoot among the chip bags, coke cans and discarded food.
The children all seem happy and in a holiday mood.
Older overdressed couples, engaged in in-depth ignorance.
Watch while their grandkids all swim out to sea in raggy underpants.
Shops are selling fish and chips on a Sunday and each one has a queue.
Where fat ladies stand dressed in leggings, black bras and a tattoo.
Their kids all have skinheads and want ice cream and lemonades.
Then they rush across the busy road towards the seedy loud arcades.
A noisy gang are singing, dressed in unfavourable football tops.
Now its kicking off so early outside the pubs and kebab shops.
The sea front is fluctuating and the only things standing still.
Are a hot and tired Pitbull terrier and the turbines on the hill.
Dark dirty clouds appear and the sands prepare for rain.
Soon the town is deserted and the people all go home again.
They will all be back tomorrow when the town has been swept clean.
With their lager cans, these sun tan fans, covered in fake sun tan cream.
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