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Town Down

Walking down the lane
there's a sense of individual sacrifice.
Mother's disappointed with her son.
who has thrown a  stone at a Swan,
tempting some unknown fate.
By the river's edge  tyres
have collided with the rusting prams,
making for one big impression.
People seem to have
grown upside down.
The Town is drying up,
civility is a rare commodity
it's got something else on its mind  
no let up.

29 Jun 16

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