We live near the Thames

The life blood of London

Of a Sunday, we eat, drink and are merry in

Old pubs, where the dockers of past downed post labour pints

Something within the air here makes me feel safe

Strolling through an autumnal Southwark park, just the other day

(My 29th birthday in fact)

We took in the green, red and golden hues of a winter, fast approaching

Smiled, breathed in crisp, cold air

And knew, once again, that we were home.

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