The Uxbridge Arms

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Oh a small part of London that trust makes it hard to write about because of affection.
When in need, when you fall as i did indeed and land without job, home or girl, raw with tears and broken.
Then in your van your awoken, and taken to Wetherspoons full of emotion.
As without any fuss the real people help and don’t judge as you order a pint.
Brian God bless, makes a call to Louise, and paulie homeless has a bed with toothpaste and towel.
I’ll never forget the room upstairs at the Uxbridge Arms in the Elephant, and will fondly remember forever with love the time when as low as I could go.
I was cared for by a small part of London.
pauliepaul
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