I hate getting four buses: Lothian buses you are such a state and not worth my one pound fifty at any rate The driver
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Some may hear a deafening scream, I hear an Australian ancestral song. He may not have a six-foot wingspan But he’s my little handheld parrot.
Urban haiku By Debbie Giggle Big Issue Scylla and Watchtower Charybdis force boots on minced kebab
by Robbie Michie Family A vast empty field. Unique generations of exactly the same.
By Kieran Fallon Daze of summer, memories.