Battlecruiser Poems - Poems about Battlecruiser

...The rain. Unrelenting. Cats and dogs. The dreary architecture of the souless grey-brown urban landscape worthy of the matchstick man fella But. Hopeful. The smokers hunched by the bookies, ......

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...I was born within the sound of Bow bells in the east end of London, this makes me a true cockney, I own a cock and sparrow down by the shake and shiver, I sell april showers, I duke of kent my pope ......

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