C E Hitchens

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I live with no religion,
I live without your god
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Fear of Flying

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We looked down at the craft
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Engineered

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Richard Trevithick, I had forgotten about him,
'til @themanengine stood again
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Sped

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Only for a short burst
between-stations,

this is Britain’s
remains of greatness
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The Giant Sleeps

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Such sucked lethargy,
I am sick of it
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Labelled

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I can no more shop in Millets,
the sartorial choice of men
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After the storm

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It had long-passed,
but the field we walked, as I warned
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Two Cards

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Raise you, a Boris Johnson,
See you, a Donald Trump
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Law of Inertia

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Impossible Constructions

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Broken is my reaction: A child, now a man, lifts a child, both dusted, carried, one barefooted caught in sleep, or poverty? He looks dead, must his back be bared? Or does his red shirt roll over his hung head to mask his death? But it could be a girl, either way, carried from that blast, where stairs hang as...


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