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Near where William Blake once saw a tree of angels, there used to be a lido, now it’s humpy, dented grass, unused, fallow We’d hoped build...
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The Peckham pigeon Doesn't strut She's not that vain Too busy dodging traffic On one good leg The other's lame Arse in the...
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Act I Scene I SCENE : The Castle, Crystal Palace Road. The local undertaker and his companions are at the bar talking about Kevin. Ente...
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A Ryeku (pl Ryeku) is a brief verse with a life and rhythm of its own. Unlike a Haiku, its metre and length is not fixed: it is merely true ...
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When Muriel Spark wrote her famous ballad No Peckham pub had discovered salad, No Pekham Pulse, no “pop-up bar” (Just keep going when you’ve...
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On Peckham Common she said to me, I remember how it used to be When Boudicca, our comely queen, Took on the Roman war machine. Although, a...
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Peckham’s creative visionaries Spread their dreams like missionaries. They can see how streets might be Fit for living comfortably, ...
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At the auction of promises she offered a night of unparalelled opportunities in Peckham. With casual indifference and a high credit ratin...
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On Peckham Rye I wonder why I have been bitten by a dragonfly, Why pretty things should have the gall To cause any kin...
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