Lost Boy

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In Grey Glasgow
I'm in limbo
From the bus stop
To the bingo
Not quite an adult
No longer a teen
Unsure adolescence
In-between

The Yoker wains that climbed the track,
the gardens full of bric-a-brac,
The boys of summer fought all long,
the boys that song the Yoker song.

(2003)

"The Flats Where the Police Patrol the Corridors"

Classic Glasgow,
Wet
Honest
Homeless.
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Jurassic Glasgow,
Welcoming
Diverse
Loveable.

Shite-hole.

You're 13.
Some say it's unlucky,
But with this wee prezzie,
You can stop up yer bucky.

- Bill (108 Lesmuir Drive)

Bright red post-boxes and
Bushy tailed foxes.
Replaced by the alkies in closes and
Dying red roses.

- Ciaran Clarke

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