New Mills No Frills Handy for the Hills
I’ve fallen out of love with New Mills
It’s worn out the promise I made in the hills
Pavement-side wing mirrors getting broken
Limited edition badges yanked and stolen
Breaking, taking, hurting, hurling
Plastic wrapped dog shit hanging dangling
Playing field hedgerows stealth dismantling
Greedy, sneaky, selfish, careless
Stone walls built when the town was ne...
Saturday 10th February 2018 1:33 pm
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