The Route to West Drayton
Aeroplanes drift towards Heathrow, a long haul procession reflecting the sun, streaming over graffiti-abandoned carriages, as Nestle lies empty and Sunrise stands tall.
Honey Monster mocks with a super furry grin, the wasteland before him abandoned, rattling on in our speedy tin can, as we make our journey to work.
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