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The city centre is dying


Dilapidated, run down.


What have they done to


My once proud town.


Boarded up shops


Empty once more


Replaced by charity shops


Or a mobile phone store.


They breed in the centre while


Conventional ones disappear


If it goes on like this pretty soon


They'll be the only ones here.


There are three shopping centres with


Few new businesses  accommodated


Just the old established  firms


Which have re located.


Pawnbrokers and money stores


Or those for payday loans;


The commerce in the city


Being stripped to its bare bones.


There is an air of resignation


Hanging over the place


You can read the despair


In many a street face.


But the spirit of the city


Is very much alive.


All things in time pass


And my city will survive.


 


 


 


 



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Those City Centre Blues