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Once Enchanted
A jack russel sits yawning ,
on lead pencil shaded mornings .
Street feet doomed,
in every wrong tripped up step ,
they ever assumed .
For sale signs ,
forgotten has been ,
gravel clad,
railway lines .
Remaining public houses ,
where competition priced pints are swallowed ,
in the million liquid ounzes .
Above the sound of beer being pulled ,
you can hear the sound of humming skulls .
Antiquated church spires ,
illegal screaming car tyres,
drunken brawls ,
and police infested telephone wires .
Strange people ,
falling from medieval ,
church steeples ,
in methadone hazes ,
as their children play,
in the slag heap mazes .
Young bodies fill old graveyards ,
superstitious old ladies ,
sporting tarot cards ,
shop assistant retards ,
secular dour backyards ,
remembering pictures of once enchanted ,
boulevards ,
you aint going to sell any postcards .
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