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Dazzling lights
And stag do fights
The homeless here read books
There always a sense of fear any time of year
Seeing seagulls give hungry looks

There's the Blackpool tower
Where you can escape the occasional summer shower
But the price in is obscene
On the streets, there are fortune tellers
And joke booksellers
The beach never looks clean

But for the kids, it's all fun
As they frolic in the sun
Whilst us adult wonder the next beer can be won

 because sleeping int the BNB's aren't swell
They haven't changed since the 70s I can tell
As they still maintain a style and smell

So  blackest of pools
Doesn't tolerate fools
The seagulls don't much either
At night you'll be dazzled by the lights
The morning's calm sights
And always a tale of your time to tell. 

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Heart of Lead

Tue 6th Aug 2019 19:02

I love the pattern and rhymes. Had to read it out loud for the proper effect. Very well done.

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Tue 6th Aug 2019 17:59

Kerion H. - Have you put this one up on Places of Poetry? You ought to.
Go well

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