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1 " From the geyser ventilatorsautumn winds are blowing downon a thousand business womenhaving baths in Camden Town.Waste pipes chuckle into runnels,steam's escaping here and there,morning trains through Camden cuttingshake the Crescent and the Square.Early nip of changeful autumn,dahlias glimpsed through garden doves,at the back precarious bathroomsjutting out from upper floors;and behind their frail partitionsbusiness women lie and soak,seeing through the draughty skylightflying clouds and railway smoke.Rest you there, poor unbeloved ones,lap your loneliness in heat.All too soon the tiny breakfast,trolley-bus and windy street! "
― John Betjeman ,