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“Old” Places

How old we think

The architecture and stone

Older than us

And our words, for certain

Elongated and changed

Canterbury’s common pavements

Pubs, streams, grassy places

Held for certain other talents

As one time, each disparate location

Features generations making their own.

 

By J.W.H. Hobbs.

 
 
 

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