cold Brixton morning,
the terraces look bored,
same as the dreaded eyes.
Hot tea, frozen windows,
ganja and incense rolls.
Outside the Iceland,
half-baked warriors,
on weekends,
pose as self-styled victims
on the odd giro days.
miércoles, 10 de marzo de 2010
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