I remember when we were young
And our parents were penny poor
We had patches on our old blue jeans
They couldn't afford to buy us more
But now it's the latest in fashion
To be well faded and threadbare
Holes beneath the knees if you please
And a tear here and there for wear.
Lyndon Queripel
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- Inscrutable Death - Andrew Barham
- Falling Through the Cracks - Diane Scantlebury
- Dietc. - Lyndon Queripel
- Painted Smile - Ian Duquemin
- This is not a moralistic poem - Marianna Pliakou
- Awaiting Dawn - Trudie Shannon
- The Storm Bear - Ted McMahon
- Passion Killers - Denise Bishop
- Fallen Leaves - Diane Scantlebury
- New Clear Ink - Lyndon Queripel
- With You - Ian Duquemin
- Pets - Dee Jinkse
- Steroids - Elizabeth Fisher
- Tribute to an Artist - Trudie Shannon
- Sardines in Portugal - Andrew Barham
- Slaves - Trish Cann
- Political Asylum [Class Of ' 86] - Lyndon Queripel
- Final Destination - Diane Scantlebury
- Brothers (Grime) - Ian Duquemin
- Of Happiness - John Buchanan
- Lament - Richard Fleming
- Or Sow It Seams - Lyndon Queripel
- Portrait Painting - Trudie Shannon
- Aftermath - Pierre Savage
- Bean Jar Attack - Diane Scantlebury
- The Lament of a Witches Voice - Ian Duquemin
- Waiting for Morpheus - John Buchanan
- After Christmas Day - Lyndon Queripel
- The Diners – Richard Fleming
- What's 'is name - Lyndon Queripel
- Beauty in Paradise - Diane Scantlebury
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