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Ghost Towns
Ghost Towns
Somewhere off the data highway
Quite close to router sixty-six
There lies a ghost town of splintered glass
A graveyard of useless stones and bricks
This is where the glitterati lived
They used to come in rumbling hoards
Stumbling through automatic doors
they walked the aisles of shiny floors
Nothing there now but skeletal racks
Dust settled ...
Thursday 3rd December 2020 2:10 pm
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