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LONDON
South on the map
Google maps app
A city were royalty base
Big Ben the clock
10 downing Street mob
Fast living then this is your place
The rarest of sounds
They got underground
They busk to the beat of the trains
Night foxes roam
The streets are now home
Upon primrose hill daisy chains
Rappers and chanters
Camden stall banters
A plate full the hung...
Friday 19th May 2023 12:29 pm

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