We Know This Place
We have been here before
It is the same old story of pride and glory,
the rich are moving into small romantic villages
prices are going up the poor must leave
and small shops close converted into housing
for the London mob.
It can´t be stopped the bus does not go there
any more.
New restaurants, but not for the locals
too dear, but the lucky might find a serving job.
One day the well to do will leave like the locust
the damage has been done
it takes a long time for the village to settle,
perhaps a library would help
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