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London TownPack bags, tags, rags For a journey of change Independence breeds fear and excitement In equal measures Heading away for unseen pleasures A new place, life, existence Call me Columbus A central city The route of all England But a place of mystery And poetic character My unseen home From an unknown longing Or a lust For a place called LondonLondon Town


Creative HavenA creative haven A new leaf for a new lifeCreative Haven
Culture bounds From the most unexpected Corners of existence The Whitby in Wapping Camden's screaming fashion The mix of Whitechapel Poetry breeds from the experience within Let London Be My Arcadia


City LoveJust months left in a southern city With a love once lost only to learn And yearn for the love's return But on return, is love so honest? As the love of home Or the place known so affectionately For eighteen growing years Only to migrate to somewhere superior As boredom's stench wreaks long.City Love
But to leave for bigger things With home a special place in my heart Takes away the insult From the injury of detachment To forgive and never forget To cherish and always remember To never return to the south coast You will always have a place in my hear


A Story Of Jack...A young lad grows up on a council estate Lets call him jack for names sake Jack was ever ambitious from a young age But soon Jack's mind turned hazy, grey After mother turned to drink And brother turned to drugs Two coffins were to follow Jack's heart cut open, hollowed It used to be a mind full of wealth and smarts But next it was his turn for the drink and the drugs Jack was larey, aggressive at times To make him look big he delved in petty crimes He followed the scene just to seem cool Before jack had knew it he was well out of school Empty handed, for JackA Story Of Jack...
but thanks anyways...made me feel ten times better!
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Like the trees, you sway with it unconcernedly
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~IHeartRainbow~
It is indeed a magnificent album!
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I'll tell you a story but you won't listen
It's about a nightmare steeped in tradition
It's the story of a coked-up pansy
Who spent his nights in a flights of fancy
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I'll tell you a story but you won't listen
It's about a nightmare steeped in tradition
It's the story of a coked-up pansy
Who spent his nights in a flights of fancy
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Member of [link]
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