A non-rhyming ode to London

POETRY

My beloved capital city can be an alien place to the outsider. But to those in the know, this will make sense. An ode to my home:

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A Letter to London

Old girl, new girl;
mother, daughter, Seven Sisters.
Roaming your many ways:
Shakespeare’s.

Saviour, black heart;
Angel, Bermondsey, Moorgate.
All that’s precious:
China.

Tears, laughter;
West End, Soho, Arnos Grove.
Where my heart is:
Push.

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