On a hot summers day,There’s a palette of greyThat determines the mood of the town.It was once a great port,had a bustling tradebut prosperity’s starting to drown.It’s markets drew crowds.Whether sunny, or cloudsThreatened rain to discourage your shop.With its bountiful pubsthat entice you to drinkon a school day. You just couldn’t stop.Then a trip downContinue reading “Expiravit oppidum”
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