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For most of the damp provincial drab autumnal evening he stood on the car-park rooftop threatening to do it, the drop, as the policed public looking on sneered and joked and waited, lusting. Lusted, waiting, waited, lusting. -- David Bircumshaw "A window./Big enough to hold screams/ You say are poems" - DMeltzer Website and A Chide's Alphabet http://www.staplednapkin.org.uk The Animal Subsides http://www.arrowheadpress.co.uk/books/animal.html Leicester Poetry Society: http://www.poetryleicester.co.uk Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/david.bircumshaw