permeation's Diaryland Diary

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World's Words


'I've mined the graveyard of unpublished poems.'

Last week there was a poetry festival taking place on the Southbank in London.
I specifically wanted to check out the poetry van, where you could get a free, bespoke poem.
The wait was an hour, or more. I lasted about 10 minutes in the queue until I got bored of waiting and went to take pictures instead.

You can tell from this picture that it was a rainy, grey London afternoon.
I like this because it looks like an old postcard.

7:32 a.m. - 2012-07-06

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