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- the Dark Cloud of
Dover
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- Standing on a rented balcony
- peering down
- Below: a greying street
- Amber signs flash
- like marmalade
- The people bent-double
- suffocating from the rain
- Umbrellas scatter –
- a silence overtakes
- and we sleep.
- From this, the dark cloud of
Dover.
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- The smell of fish 'n chips
- a taste of kebab
- the ice on my fingertips
- and the space in my heart
- is filled
- by the downpour
- released
- From the dark cloud of Dover.
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- The stress and toil
- my existence here
- Lines on my face
- stretch for blocks and boroughs
- further than the dole queue
- and we are all soaked
- but still we stand
- United.
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- Drenched – we face the
blistering rain
- and I bow my head, my mark of
respect
- for this: the dark cloud of
Dover.
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