From the junglung wastes
to the central station.
Past ASDAs best
through this geordie nation.
A walk in winter
steals your breath,
so wear a scarf
you’ll catch your death.

You take your chances
crossing roads.
Please look both ways,
let folk explode
while waiting quietly
at the lights.
Don’t try to push
Don’t try to fight.

A final thought
through jaded breath.
with wheezing lungs
(like smoking Meth)
My town has aged
although not well.
Its sure not heaven,
but can’t be hell.

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Adam Adamson still is an awesome shag... Well he is. Honest. But whatever, he has always loved to write, even before he could write. Its been a passion of his since he realised that others would read his stuff and get a little emotional. That gripped him really. Was it good or was it crap? Anyhoo! Enjoy reading what i’ve scribbled and who knows… one day it might make sense.

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