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Sunday 22 March 2015

If

an Englishman's home is his castle,
then his place of work is his war zone
and the pub is where life is remade,
nightly, to appear attractively cheap.
Family and home are the places
that can't refuse him, however much
he returns to mire those around him
in all the conflict from the world
that floats around inside him.
Something that for being 'kept'
they learn to deny the existence of.

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