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After the Lunch by Wendy Cope

On Waterloo Bridge, where we said our goodbyes, the weather conditions bring tears to my eyes. I wipe them away with a black woolly glove And try not to notice I’ve fallen in love. On Waterloo Bridge I am trying … Continue reading

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The Uncertainty of the Poet by Wendy Cope

I am a poet. I am very fond of bananas. I am bananas. I am very fond of a poet. I am a poet of bananas. I am very fond. A fond poet of ‘I am, I am’ – Very … Continue reading

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