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Losing You Copyright © Jen Overett 2011
You would quietly admire, I hope,
my reach for calm and order
before I even greet each waking day
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My Mother Lies Here Copyright © Owen Robin Davies 2011
My mother lies here, high up in the downs.
Just on the down side of up she rests,
in woods, amongst ransome and wild chives.

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The Revelation Of A Nightmare Copyright © Victor Weston 2011
In my dream I screamed, I could not hear the sound
as there, in the boot of the car,
was revealed

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I Remember Copyright © Jen Overett 2011
my motherʼs white ankle socks
and blue tennis skirt (she would
never wear shorts) as she left

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Outside Waitrose Copyright © Rob Lock 2011
Everyone was standing around fussing this dog
whoʼd been tied to a bench and abandoned.
Mobile phones were being fingered
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The News of The World Copyright © Reg Wright 2011
The News of The World's demise
Is really no surprise
And Murdoch loses power

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Master Thatcher Copyright © Richard Whiting 2011
My father is a Master Thatcher;
I watch him leap up the ladder
Laden with Maris Widgeon Straw

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After the Event Copyright © Rob Lock 2011
If itʼs true that they, the dead, can make
three phone calls after the event, my first,
of course, will be to you. Iʼll say itʼs not so bad -

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Poetry Meeting Copyright © Rob Lock 2011
Colin, on the squeeze box, reels me back
to the days when I was a sunbeam for Jesus,
collecting ship haʼpennies, and a magic lantern

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Lunch Copyright © Rob Lock 2011
After the soup, enhanced by a spoonful of booze,
came the cheese and instead of one of the blues
that youʼd usually choose