Corners Blunt and Blue
Corners blunt and blue
a hardened mold to meet
carry baggage seldom seen
a soap box on the street
Borden's white dare to fade
a peddler pulled the page
farmers daughter drawing near
soon to become of age
Streets still hold her beat
in calls that thrill the ear
reached echos and passing feet
smoke has disappeared
Decades do loom and roam
here tomorrow is standing still
memories that found a home
weathered, dustmen mill
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