VICTORIA STATION -
MANCHESTER
If we are riding lightly then
we are not riding at all. There's
nothing worse than the waste of
time; so let's move on. Carry my
case, and drop it in the back of
the cab. A cigarette ash dangles.
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I hear music over the radio, and
all of this seems so old and distant.
Camden-town? Twisted tunes and
running voices. Every little thing
now seems so large.
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In the passing window: laundry ads
and flower pots, housing courts and
commercial fronts, some benches
and a clutch of gents.
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