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Dec 2013
I'm hearing sirens
and slang alike

Explode,
in such great volumes

Over the sombre tones
of gas pipes
and chirping birds

For these are the
sweet, sublime sounds
of my dear town.

Gunshot. Shouting.
"Out!"
Culpoetry
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Culpoetry  Britain
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