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This Is Hull
Contributed by
adsalamon
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Friday, 20th June 2003 @ 06:35:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Walking through the streets
So diseased and so much hatred
Once was gold now is lead
Once was soft now is dead
Once was human now is a wreck
Junkies lie, so high yet so low
Beggars stare through squinted eyes
“Spare 20p” “lends us some change”
Filthy paws grabbling at the dirt
The scent in the air – pollution at its best
Fish, Sewage, the people too
Town centre blues, traffic hell
Boy racers encircle like guards
Tracksuit warriors on parade
Steal what they need
What they don’t too
Oh what a wonderful place to be
Only amusement, big issue count
Lines of pound shops litter the streets
Scum file in like its life or death
This is Hull, take it or leave it
I can’t wait till I leave it
Copyright ©
adsalamon
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2003-06-20 06:35:00]
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Re: This Is Hull
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by Former_Member on
Friday, 20th June 2003 @ 09:34:41 AM AEST
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I live in Devon and this reminds me of where I live as well. I know how you feel but where will you go when you leave Hull?
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Re: This Is Hull
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by adsalamon on
Friday, 20th June 2003 @ 12:38:13 PM AEST
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| leaving hull to go to live in cumbria next week!!! |
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Re: This Is Hull
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by norm on
Friday, 20th June 2003 @ 12:55:56 PM AEST
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I believe your poem is good
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i'm in touch with a Brit by 'message' quotes
What we discussed is the possible rotes
'cause Americanese
knows naught overseas
A Hull to the Yanks is the bottom of boats.
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