In Keswick I Walked Tall

I walked the streets of Heywood

In my paper-round years,

I walked and walked, mimicked the dogs

That snarled at the letter box,

But none of it was my choice.

My Siddal Moor Schooling was

An escape from Sutherland

Where the boys and the girls from

The council estate,

Snarled at their world of a

One by one clic...

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