Poetry : The lovers in Edinburgh walk very slowly, they should probably hurry up a bit to save me from stress.

It was as if somehow, time had slowed down

As I drowned in the rain watching you bound down

the lane. And with a bump, an abrupt stop,

we could not help but collide into each other.

But then our love ran sour and you had me

walking in the gutter, stuttered at first:

my frustration grew, cursing you

with blue thoughts. Youheld me back and I saw black

I pushed you down hard on the ground because,

you dossed as your feet trawled the streets and making me wait

to meet a mate an Cannongate. You made me late

and filled me with hate. I wished a rape upon you

And you deserved your just desert, because you

Walk in front of me very very slowly

Tom Peel

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