Wednesday, October 26, 2005

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two hundred feet below,
prostitues are pruning,
punters are prowling,
like hunters on safari, eyes scanning,
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Simon Whild 05 November 2005

The clever title drew me to this one. As bill says, this is a stark poem, but a good and well-observed slice of life. I felt like I was there. It has a definite 'noir' feel to it.

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Bill Smith 26 October 2005

stark poem Vincent but so true of the lives of many,

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