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3d
Peering through a old stone gate,
its face well carved, in prayers attired,
I saw a golden wall of late
before which stood cracked streetlamps retired,
their warming light now long gone
yet they still glow stubbornly on
I spotted some retired antique street lamps in the courtyard of the Edinburgh Museum, juxtaposed with a brightly painted yellow wall behind.
Written by
Jack Groundhog  53/M/Potsdam, Germany
(53/M/Potsdam, Germany)   
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