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There's a horse chestnut tree growing in a drain in the street Growing with vigour New spring leaves Dwarfed by it's containment It peeps through the iornwork It has a life It lives and breathes "Not for long" I thought. Soon someone will rip out the thing Sitting so close to the old town hall, Roots meeting the foundation "It shal end in a bin!" But..... Perhaps, if society should fall? Should it crumble around us And A generation drops the ball Then conkers shall litter the ruins Of Trowbridge's old town hall.
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Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 7:12 AM UTC
A tree
There's a horse chestnut tree growing in a drain in the street Growing with vigour New spring leaves Dwarfed by it's containment It peeps through the iornwork It has a life It lives and breathes "Not for long" I thought. Soon someone will rip out the thing Sitting so close to the old town hall, Roots meeting the foundation "It shal end in a bin!" But..... Perhaps, if society should fall? Should it crumble around us And A generation drops the ball Then conkers shall litter the ruins Of Trowbridge's old town hall.
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Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 7:12 AM UTC
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