When the Dogs Bite
poems by Rachel Green
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Monday, 22 September 2008
22, (not) The Terrace
Chesterfield grate
in the sunshine
is great.
Olf factory
topped by barbed wire
nowhere to run.
Buddleia grows
beneath broken windows -
stumbles through tarmac.
Endless quest for 22 -
Ada's house
proves elusive.
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