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THE STREETS TOMORROW WILL NOT SEE

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Now pub doors shut on lonely men.

Their artificial flowers, closed in darkness,

flame no longer as the callers and the singers

fade through streets tomorrow will not see

because a faded destiny repels the sunlight

and the crowded houses lean like towers across the clouds.

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Their half-cooked meals, unflavoured coffee and stale bread

litter historic tables where a half-touched man

lingers like shadows of old Sunday papers

gathered from the bins no dustman empties

for the ghosts and ghettos are the streets tomorrow will not see.

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Written by Jonathan Finch

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