Gasworks Poems - Poems about Gasworks

...Down washpit lane then cross the cut, smell woolwax scour and brimstone soot. By sluicegate stream where outfall go watch foamflush merge with virgin flow. Pass tall stone stack of massive mill. ......

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...Swept up into piles; everywhere Abouts; in collected heaps all Around. It is almost as if the drab Streets were strewn with the Precious wealth of King Solomon's Gold! ......

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...Johnny’s got an island In the Surrey countryside It isn’t very long And it isn’t very wide It’s got a little duck house There’s a tree upon the bank And on a summers evening You can smell the......

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