Maida Poems - Poems about Maida

...It’s a bit of a pull running up from Maida Vale to Saint John’s Wood but my legs feel no pain. Back then I had corded limbs that could run on the liquid fuel of feckless youth. Running shoes ......

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...O ! My heart sings the melodies of the crested waves. Songs of the seaward gale blowing from the north. The cold chill of the night may have come to pass: In the magic of the fire dance, at the......

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...Somewhere in Maida Vale A penthouse trendy flat Somehow I’ve wound up here Getting daggers from the cat My wraps still in my pocket I dare not take it out I’ll just sit here all paranoid And......

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