Rivulets of light
Through British cities
I miss the smell of the morning
On the northern air
A southern boy
Spent all my life
Surrounded by the Queens English
But there was something about
The tone of voice
That captivated my heart and mind
Desolate
A town of sin
Yet deep within
I found a beauty therein
Of an everlasting kind
Memories
Of pure bliss
A summers day was so rare that
When it came
We appreciated it more
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