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Barely noticed, as if glimpsed through the window of a high-speed train, a familiar England persists: concrete garages, disused warehouses, pebble-dash, caravans, Ritzy’s on a Friday night, a boy scuffing a stone along a pavement.
City Works Dept. has work to do: repairs, maintenance, above all the paying of attention to a stratum of British society whose people and occupations have suffered from long neglect. Philip Hancock’s poems do the job with patience, empathy and unshowy skill.
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