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20 years in this town,  

Where I brought up babies,   

Ate in the cafes, wrked on the till in Tesco’s.   

Now I slip through its streets, avoid eye contact.  

These days I go to Aldi, even though the kids won’t eat the cereal.   

Its aisles are empty, no Rose here or Tina with a belly laugh and the dirty jokes and the how’s married life treating you?,  

And although I know which steps spring will take,  

Daffodils, some unexpected sun on a wet hillside, cream eggs by the tills,   

I no longer trust even this and it’s something to do with what you did to me.