The Lark
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The Lark

Summer of Love

Poetry

Somewhere down these avenues of dereliction, straddling the moon and new york city, the fairground detritus of half-remembered dreams reclaimed my weary soul.

Sleeping together, in her dad’s caravan, at the bottom of the garden, amidst the rhubarb, was where I fell in love.

Smoking joints from petty Moss Side dealers, drinking orange juice in pubs, astounding the placid…

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The Lark shares fictional short stories and poetry

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John E Marks

I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can