Poems from Carl Halling

Soon after I’d paid My sixty Or seventy pence, I found myself In what I thought Was a miniature London. I saw girls In chandelier earrings...
When he made his first personal appearance in the dirty alley on someone else’s rusty bike, screaming along in a cloud of dust, it rendered...
There once was a long vanished England; Of well-spoken presenters Of the BBC Home Service, Light Service, and Children’s Favourites, Of...
My Paris begins with  Those early days  As a conscious flâneur; I recall the couple  On the Metro,   When I was still innocent  Of its...
I love, not just those I knew back then, But those Who were young Back then, But who’ve since Come to grief, who, Having soared so high,...

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