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cakebrick road in summer 1981, we shared a house and gardenat the height of all the bombing, on the run in busy, hazy londonthrough t-shirt breezes walking home from workcounty kilburn sunweekends we'd just wash away the dirt of busy, hazy londonthe night grew cold, the thames is oldfound that manners count for nothing and it tooka welshman in his fortiesguinness elbows rest upon a tabletopthe two of us on earliesthree feet of snow fell on the walnut roadtwo feet trudgedround the corner came the sound of bad dreamsthe flame is old. the thames is cold.cakebrick road in summer 1981, we left a house and gardenon the corner boys, best of friends?on the corner boysboth of us on earliestwo of us on earlies |