really me and some mates just went down the pub and drank cheap ale
'Twas August, and the fierce sun overhead Smote on the squalid streets of Bethnal Green,
Poem from my teen years circa 2006, when I was mad crushed out on Bob Dylan. They were dark days and Bush years and times of "Patriot Acts", "Terrorism" and war crimes against the Middle East. I was 1...
really me and some mates just went down the pub and drank cheap ale
'Twas August, and the fierce sun overhead Smote on the squalid streets of Bethnal Green,
Poem from my teen years circa 2006, when I was mad crushed out on Bob Dylan. They were dark days and Bush years and times of "Patriot Acts", "Terrorism" and war crimes against the Middle East. I was 1...