Busy day at work, but short - I dashed home
To see the rearranged England football
Match, ate my tea, then wandered out again
To Bohemia, this half-finished place, all
Hidden beneath Castlefield's arches, walls
And bridges with trains on top, rumbling by
I met a few arty people there, cool
Evening, and just a coke with ice for me
Now I'm back and I've been having a sly
Read of bits of the Amy biog on
Amazon (written by Mitch) - it was full
Of her drug problems - why'd she have to die?
Still, she's immortal now, her kind of fame
Isn't easily won, and is fatal
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