The voices.

 
Keep out of Town go home they said,
then as if raising the dead,
go and have a good time,
drink some barley wine.
 
Brummagem girls as pretty as the day,
gone the May come October,
the family dog rolls over,
think globally act locally.
 
The new library was quiet,
as libraries should be,
a picture at every turn,
the autumn butter does churn.
 
An ugly bank looms in Brindley Place,
a money spider runs over the brown sugar spoon,
young men in sharp suits
and clown's boots.
 
Diamond heart apples of the moon,
today they start making cider.
 
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