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Sunday 1 February 2009

The house that talfourd Built.






A soft kind of quiet.
An eerie kind of warmth,
swept over the capital

tucking almost everyone into bed for probably a few days.
It's dazzling blanket providing cover from the stress'
that loom just a few hours away on the other side of the pillow.
But maybe they won't come quite so early.
Maybe just maybe you'll stay nestled under the blanket,
as the city struggles to wake up from this comfort.

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