Burgundy City
Can a city be a city without a history?
History makes none better than another
Although it does make a city, a city
For the blood that fell from the horrific cloud
To the red ground beneath my very feet
Paves the pathways of the urban earth here
The city know as Burgundy lies down
Standing longways as a lazy maid does
Never reaching heights far upward nor down
Is the city whose history is not greater
Then any stanza ever thought or wrote
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