London, There’s Nothing More To Say

We look to Los Angeles, for the language we use...

London is... well, you know, DEAD.
(or, the crushing universal sameness of 'diversity')

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London 2007

Kill him, kill him, the girls chanted...
 
A Foggy Day


I was a stranger in the city
Out of town where the people I knew
I had the feeling of self-pity
What to do? what to do? what to do?
The outlook was decidedly blue
But as I walked through the foggy streets alone
It turned out to be the luckiest day I've ever known
A foggy day in a london town
Had me low and had me down
I viewed the morning with alarm
The British Museum had lost its charm
How long, I wondered, could this thing last?
But the age of miracles had'nt passed
For suddenly I saw you there
And through foggy London town
The sun was shining everywhere
 
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