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Dudley, a black country town the birthplace of the industrial revolution where foundries thumped and coal and limestone pumped A ghost town ****** dry by Merry Hill a commercial giant treading on local enterprise killing it's trader's hope until they couldn't cope John Dudley from his grave turned as his castle was raised to the ground by parliamentarians in a coup a ruin, now turned into a zoo! A suffering town screaming for survival not taking a nap for a place on the map The home of Aynuk and Ayli mythical characters who ***** in famed colloquial dialect kitsch The museum packed with bold black country tales from glass blowing bubble to blacksmith's trouble The ayle, the doorstep sarni's cow pies and canal barges Salt of the earth men who often pen poems from their working class den A concrete town grey, dank into practicality sank but if you get the chance to meet any of the inhabitants you'll be in for a treat as the warmth in their hearts will melt any thoughts of revolution and cleanse your soul of all pollution.
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Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 4:55 PM UTC
Dudley, West Midlands, UK
Dudley, a black country town the birthplace of the industrial revolution where foundries thumped and coal and limestone pumped A ghost town ****** dry by Merry Hill a commercial giant treading on local enterprise killing it's trader's hope until they couldn't cope John Dudley from his grave turned as his castle was raised to the ground by parliamentarians in a coup a ruin, now turned into a zoo! A suffering town screaming for survival not taking a nap for a place on the map The home of Aynuk and Ayli mythical characters who ***** in famed colloquial dialect kitsch The museum packed with bold black country tales from glass blowing bubble to blacksmith's trouble The ayle, the doorstep sarni's cow pies and canal barges Salt of the earth men who often pen poems from their working class den A concrete town grey, dank into practicality sank but if you get the chance to meet any of the inhabitants you'll be in for a treat as the warmth in their hearts will melt any thoughts of revolution and cleanse your soul of all pollution.
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Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 4:55 PM UTC
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