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Sunday, 6 December 2009
Poem
Sound spelt out into the air,
A sour bell rings into the cold.
Chancery Lane at one o’clock,
Sprint glimpse of sky,
Church faces,
Sun split.
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I am writing and learning about launderettes in London and am always looking for laundry-shaped anecdotes and advice.
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