The child screaming in the block of public toilets
Echoes just like the children loaded into APCs
At the village where Willard meets Kilgore
The toilets much like the Americans care
Seeming to offer help from afar
But demanding their twenty pence worth
In smaller signage once the needy are there Continue reading
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Run On Mawr
Poetry possibly inspired by a number of childhood memories being cobbled together.
With thanks to Dina Nasyrova for use of the header image—licensing—which is not of Merthyr Mawr. Continue reading
N. P. Ryan 