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Our City Of Many Bridges
In 'our land',
which retains its leafiness,
despite how unseasonably
a fine few are fallen.
Just beneath fury's fierce flame;
our city's many bridges
a metaphor for so much more
defiantly stand still.
I pray today, it's not just me
who hears them screaming silently
'To join together is our fate
we will not hate, we will not hate.'
4.06.17
Sunday 4th June 2017 9:14 pm
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