Signs of a town
that’s turned
in on itself
Meanwhile
the river flows
to the sea
Signs of a town
that’s turned
in on itself
Meanwhile
the river flows
to the sea
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For some reason I had the old Irish song Dirty Old Town playing in my head when I read this. Not a bad thing, at all.
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Not bad at all. Except they filled in the canal! A town without shame!
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Shame, shame indeed. The price of progress.
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