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"" hungover manchester

On mornings I walk miles of pints
through the heart of a kebab wrap
buy a day ticket for the hangover
overground to lush Wythenshawe

I wrote this poem today, and though I continued with it to describe a journey through Manchester to work and back.. The lines that followed were too pretentious and less heart-felt than these. This wee poem does not depict me as an alcoholic, by the way - just a Bank Holiday morning to work, I suppose.

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