From my Twitter , 9.40 this morning: "At bus stop on Shepherds Bush Green, waiting for 2nd bus. Someone has written a whole Tennyson poem on the glass in magic marker."
The Eagle.
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed by the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls;
And like a thunderbolt, he falls.
--- Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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