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Tramway
larrylark

Of course I’m not there in the dead of night,
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but my heart and quite a good part of my body and soul
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often stray to the incline by the road, whose sign
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pointed past walls, to the river where a wooden bridge
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fed disused tram lines, trapping them between tall trees.
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There a woman bought for Brandy and Babycham,
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allowed a callow youth to show his hand.
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Many nights i counted sleepers and railed
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against sensible buffers of solid ways,
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blocking my path back there.
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Brandy and Babycham, glistened on lips
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in the lurid light of the lounge bar corner.
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Not knowing then i would never walk that way again,
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or that such singular memories would forever remain.
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29 Nov 12


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