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	<description>In the midst of life I woke to find myself living in an old house beside Brick Lane in the East End of London</description>
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		By: Ian Hunt		</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Jul 2023 07:23:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Thank you for this wonderful collection of Street Cries. The poet Marjorie Welish published, in 1991, a group of poems called &#039;Some Street Cries&#039; -- in The Windows Flew Open. Her own variations on this extraordinfary form of public poetry -- here&#039;s part of one:

Give a sphere new life
by ruling it with lines of evergreen
I promise you ink that branches and conceives!
I promise you all of utility!
I promise you black freshets and gray,
a few drops are all you need, ladies!]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank you for this wonderful collection of Street Cries. The poet Marjorie Welish published, in 1991, a group of poems called &#8216;Some Street Cries&#8217; &#8212; in The Windows Flew Open. Her own variations on this extraordinfary form of public poetry &#8212; here&#8217;s part of one:</p>
<p>Give a sphere new life<br />
by ruling it with lines of evergreen<br />
I promise you ink that branches and conceives!<br />
I promise you all of utility!<br />
I promise you black freshets and gray,<br />
a few drops are all you need, ladies!</p>
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		By: Tarra		</title>
		<link>https://spitalfieldslife.com/2013/12/06/the-cries-of-london/#comment-1471409</link>

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		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Jul 2022 15:16:21 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Wonderful peek into the distant past, so glad to find this]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wonderful peek into the distant past, so glad to find this</p>
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		By: Nick Basden		</title>
		<link>https://spitalfieldslife.com/2013/12/06/the-cries-of-london/#comment-1191614</link>

		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Nick Basden]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Jan 2018 23:06:36 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Do you know if the dust was brick dust?]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Do you know if the dust was brick dust?</p>
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		By: Classof65		</title>
		<link>https://spitalfieldslife.com/2013/12/06/the-cries-of-london/#comment-221159</link>

		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Classof65]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Dec 2013 00:30:20 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Wish someone would come sharpen my knives today! Or that I had a woven chair that needed mending... wouldn&#039;t it be fun to watch someone repair our chair?

Two hundred years ago someone put this pamphlet away for safe-keeping.  Wish they had known how much we would appreciate their action.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wish someone would come sharpen my knives today! Or that I had a woven chair that needed mending&#8230; wouldn&#8217;t it be fun to watch someone repair our chair?</p>
<p>Two hundred years ago someone put this pamphlet away for safe-keeping.  Wish they had known how much we would appreciate their action.</p>
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		By: Jenny Atkins		</title>
		<link>https://spitalfieldslife.com/2013/12/06/the-cries-of-london/#comment-220719</link>

		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Jenny Atkins]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 08 Dec 2013 21:47:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In the early 1970&#039;s I livd on the Isle of Dogs for a few years. Even then the knife grinder still came around with his small portable grinder singing in a lovely song song voice, &quot;Any knives to grind, get your scissors sharpened&quot;. I can still hear him now.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In the early 1970&#8217;s I livd on the Isle of Dogs for a few years. Even then the knife grinder still came around with his small portable grinder singing in a lovely song song voice, &#8220;Any knives to grind, get your scissors sharpened&#8221;. I can still hear him now.</p>
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		By: Hasenschneck		</title>
		<link>https://spitalfieldslife.com/2013/12/06/the-cries-of-london/#comment-219941</link>

		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Hasenschneck]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Dec 2013 21:54:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I remember an old bloke going around mending chairs when I was a child in the mid sixties. And, of course, the rag and bone man shouting &#039;Any old iron?&#039; from a horse drawn cart. My favourite of these criers is the dustman because the name lingers on even in these days of recycling. A wonderful find.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I remember an old bloke going around mending chairs when I was a child in the mid sixties. And, of course, the rag and bone man shouting &#8216;Any old iron?&#8217; from a horse drawn cart. My favourite of these criers is the dustman because the name lingers on even in these days of recycling. A wonderful find.</p>
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		By: Rebecca		</title>
		<link>https://spitalfieldslife.com/2013/12/06/the-cries-of-london/#comment-219932</link>

		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Rebecca]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Dec 2013 21:31:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Oh my goodness, this is the best yet! -- not only are images full of life, but the language is sprightly too. 
Being on the New England seacoast, I love the notion of walking around with a basket of lively lobsters on my head.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh my goodness, this is the best yet! &#8212; not only are images full of life, but the language is sprightly too.<br />
Being on the New England seacoast, I love the notion of walking around with a basket of lively lobsters on my head.</p>
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		By: Annie		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Annie]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Dec 2013 18:23:07 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I concur about the lobster hat!  Plus the man wearing all the old clothes at once.  I wonder if this was something to teach children to read?  It is charming and poignant.  And elegant.  Thank you for sharing this treasure.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I concur about the lobster hat!  Plus the man wearing all the old clothes at once.  I wonder if this was something to teach children to read?  It is charming and poignant.  And elegant.  Thank you for sharing this treasure.</p>
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		By: Deborah Fyrth		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Deborah Fyrth]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Dec 2013 15:41:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Utterly charming.  I remember my Grandad reciting this ditty:
Old chairs to mend, old chairs to mend
If I&#039;d all the money I could spend
I wouldn&#039;t cry old chairs to mend]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Utterly charming.  I remember my Grandad reciting this ditty:<br />
Old chairs to mend, old chairs to mend<br />
If I&#8217;d all the money I could spend<br />
I wouldn&#8217;t cry old chairs to mend</p>
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		By: Phil Maxwell		</title>
		<link>https://spitalfieldslife.com/2013/12/06/the-cries-of-london/#comment-219803</link>

		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Phil Maxwell]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Dec 2013 14:48:46 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I remember as a small boy hearing the &#039;rag and bone&#039; man call out from his horse and cart. On a recent trip to old town Dhaka in Bangladesh I heard lots of different cries from individuals selling or offering services.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I remember as a small boy hearing the &#8216;rag and bone&#8217; man call out from his horse and cart. On a recent trip to old town Dhaka in Bangladesh I heard lots of different cries from individuals selling or offering services.</p>
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