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Holyhead to Euston

By anon anon

Cigarette smoke curls around

Shafts of sun cutting through

The thick air of the carriage

On its way from Holyhead

To Euston


A loud shot, mum turns round

A tall man runs through

The thick crowd, and at my age

Only five my little head

Mused on...


... A train that moves to a whistle's sound

A heart that knew

Dad's left behind... a marriage

And I only five, the marriage dead

...Excused him