Eastleigh Poems - Poems about Eastleigh

...I lose my fingers keeping count the number of kids lost by murder count in the eastern districts media houses dread Patches of brown-black roofs on aerial view Aunt hills of buildings single room......

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...At Rio David stole solid gold in boccia, With a score of 5-0, won it unquestionably, Flashing punk blue hair, his hairdresser, Gave him a discount for his flamboyancy. With spastic quadriple......

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