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I think I have a kind of pain, too numb
and pinch away

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Frankie went out to the street.
Late again, so would you with a quarter
of whisky.

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That Wednesday, with summer still sweating
I was late.

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I think I have a kind of pain, again
it came before.
The alder in the cutting

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Whenever I see an alder on a cutting
Whenever I see alder from the train
I always think
that would fit the theme

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 Whenever; when coming into a station
or braking from
a tunnel, the alder grabs attention.
Hardly the stuff of ballad or song
that. Nut then weddings at a distance seem
equally bland, equall fleeting, as when
trying to explain why you are teasing
your son for throwing like a girl.

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Skimming stones, down by the glinting river
I turn and snap
'stop throwing like a girl, you will never
do anything unless you mean it.'

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She was on the edge of the story
argy bargy

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At distance, the wedding passed like alder

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But then weddings at a distance seem
equally bland
equally fleeting as trying.

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cold stone steps
from the now defunct

The wedding passed like
the wedding passed alder