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The Beast Beneath The Beck
The Beast Beneath The Beck
The beck at Westgate End is full of weeds,
its water is a muddy shade of brown,
confused ducks die within anaemic weeds
as sunken shopping trolleys pull them down.
Sometimes you hear a cold slithering splash,
as though some ancient creature has slid in
to feast upon the centuries of trash.
Who knows what evils are contained within?
It...
Sunday 20th May 2018 12:49 pm
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