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Feb 2015
A silver spiral runs from the roof of the tallest skyscraper up into the sky

All the way up 'til it hits the clouds and disappears

The streets beneath are full of fears

But the silver spiral sheds no tears.
Vincent R Pentane
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Vincent R Pentane  Liverpool
(Liverpool)   
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