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Last roads

, oh know, just that, nowhere, this one brings me back. Where do these last roads begin and end, in our minds. Are we forever traveling down last roads as we imagine only for them to have no beginning or

, oh know, just that, nowhere, this one brings me back. Where do these last roads begin and end, in our minds. Are we forever traveling down last roads as we imagine only for them to have no beginning or

Out there



Halfpenny moment

28-06-1914

3 foot ruler

ABANDONED

About Tomorrow

ABSURB

Acceptance

ACCESSORY

ACROSS THE LINE

ADVERSITY OF VANITY

AIMLESS

ALTERNATIVE BELFAST

AMERICAN DIPLOMACY

AND ALL THAT THERE

AND NOW....A WORD FROM BRIAN

ANGELS

ANGELS CARING

ANGELS FALLING

ANNOYING SUCKER

ANYONE

AN INOFFENSIVE MAN

ART OF LIFE

ASKING A QUESTION

ASSUMPTION

AS WE CHOOSE

ATOMIC NUMBER (6}

ATTEN--SHUN

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Belfast, once a mighty industrial city 
Dormant now you await the new dawning. 
We who know you would never deny you. 
Your people toiled from dawn to dusk 
 
Accomplishing through adversity 
The strength that makes a city grow in mind and spirit 
The heart and soul of your people stand steadfast with you. 
 
Belfast, at times, is cast as a terrible beauty. 
Though in its streets walked a proud people. 
People such as half timers, who slaved in the mills 
Shipbuilders, aircraft builders, engineering workers
 
A city divided, cut in two by the Lagan's flow. 
One side in County Down, the other side in Antrim, 
Divis Mountain with its rivers fed the growth of mills. 
Now all lie dormant, the industry of Belfast disappeared. 
  
Belfast, the landfall of its lough launched many ships. 
Both famous and infamous our veracious city holds all in hock
And they have redeemed themselves many times. 
 
Belfast City, lying smug in its verdant valley 
playing host to myriad guests  who  exclaim in wonderment
Upon Castlereagh Hills,  Black Mountain and Cavehill
Whilst we its people play down our pride of Belfast Town. 
Our city of wonderment.
 





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