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♦ From my book 'Nothing But The Rain' ♦ Sky aflame with vermillion passion adrift Empty streets silently serenade silken Within my pocket Hemingway hums static. Poem © Phen Weston 2014

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Of This Morning, 17th February 2015.

The dawn cacophony ruptured And I backed further into that 4am reverie, Instead of appreciating the returning lullaby Of twitters and calls, I descend Into my solace, papers roll by In a daze of ink split delirium, Spatter and rattle of deceit and political propaganda As fake Britain grinds its way toward Election Day, The... Continue Reading →

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