it used to be a work house you know,
alongside the road. there is no idea
when it changed to a hospital, creating
another fear. now it is empty up for sale.
a long time.
they say the owner cut down trees ilegally,
noticed from the planning office
opposite. he is punished.
one tree lays across the wall,no one
tidies things .
we drive at 30mph as is the law,
strain to see the old architecture,
one eye on the road.
it is empty a long time.
sbm.
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 1:25 AM UTC
it used to be a work house you know,
alongside the road. there is no idea
when it changed to a hospital, creating
another fear. now it is empty up for sale.
a long time.
they say the owner cut down trees ilegally,
noticed from the planning office
opposite. he is punished.
one tree lays across the wall,no one
tidies things .
we drive at 30mph as is the law,
strain to see the old architecture,
one eye on the road.
it is empty a long time.
sbm.
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