Poems on the Underground: free riches I hold in high esteem | Rachel Cooke
Briefly

The new verses for spring... may just make weary commuter eyes leak a little as the train clanks between Piccadilly Circus and Leicester Square.
If the project ever came to an end... its loss (ironically) would be far beyond words.
Read at www.theguardian.com
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