I'm going international again, on this Day 18 of National Poetry Month...
Languishing in London
Pitter-patter comes the rain
across the river Thames
The double-decker honks its horn
To the pub and back again
Sometimes I want to scream
Pitter-patter comes the rain
Never much, on the telly
I wish that I could soar
across the river Thames
My grey skies, my grey life
I step out into the street
The double-decker honks its horn
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