Dirty brownslug through the canyon flow;
concrete canyon limb of city's heart:
commuters' heart.
Through them flow
and take them all to see.
Exit through the inlet dear
and buy your ice-creams here,
and when the "Rape of Time" comes on
make sure you hear
the other people laugh,
even though we call you that for fun.
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