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‘Dartford bridge sprawls as roadkill
The sky belches black snow that tars and fills The road that once flowed, now that stops still.
The glacial lanes tumble untethered Cherubic curls of warm butter they slither The toasted Thames flatbread dry river.’
Teddy wrote this while thinking about Trevor McDonald and Dartford. She had never
Forgotten the time when they went to Boots together.
April 21, 2015