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The Thames nocturne of blue and gold
Changed to a Harmony in grey :
A barge with ochre-coloured hay
Dropt from the wharf : and chill and cold

The yellow fog came creeping down
The bridges, till the houses' walls
Seemed changed to shadows and St. Paul's
Loomed like a bubble o'er the town.

Then suddenly arose the clang
Of waking life ; the streets were stirred
With country waggons : and a bird
Flew to the glistening roofs and sang.

But one pale woman all alone,
The daylight kissing her wan hair,
Loitered beneath the gas lamps' flare,
With lips of flame and heart of stone.

Oscar Wilde


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Birmingham
Clown In The Moon
Days
The Deserter
Don't Be Square
Flowers That Die
The Folks Who Live On The Hill
Getting There
Hullabaloo
I Am Scared Of...
Impression Du Matin
An Interlude
Jerusalem
Mama, You Been on My Mind
The Old Familiar Faces
On Creativity
One Day I May Believe In Spring
People On Trains
Red
Riddles
Stardust
Trial & Error
What Ifs
When You Are Old
Wit and Wisdom

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