been a stranger in a city thousands of miles away where i was alone been a stranger in places i go everyday and call my home i walked through the streets of london watching all the faces but no one would look me in the eye i wondered if the british were just shy or was this just big city life or was there something wrong with me?

held a young bum's hand through narrow streets of london anonymously now i wish that i'd been bold enough to photograph the thing's i'd see had no time for castles, gardens, suits of armor but a nice cup of tea was served to me in a music store on camden high street where i played someone a song and maybe left a memory wanted to make it mine in living ways riding the tube and eavesdropping for days so while shakespeare's house decays there's a vagabond who knows my name and i like that

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