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On the London Bridge

Through fog, on the London Bridge, I saw an image so forlorn - 
upon a pike, a traitor's head.  The span it would adorn.  
While I understand the appeal of a well-weathered head,  
wouldn't Christmas lights have been a better choice instead?

Copyright © David Crandall

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