Our way gentle day.



The Angel strong and whole,
from Porth to the North,
the night train,
like the 50's with more hope.

A new bridge bringing people together,
never mind the weather,
she the giver,
flowers in the river,
well done have fun,
streaky bacon for every one.

I wish you could say what you think of us,
it would make a nice change.

Elizabeth R don't take the car,
the greatest show on Erth
and the sparrow souls of our children,
flutter, jam bread and butter.

The busking pipes,
know a good tune,
when it comes.

I hear the fish have come back,
sing the song, naught do we lack.

The new ribbon basket is opened,
swans sense the coming,
all our flags,
run into the sacred peace.

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