A Liverpool Villanelle
¶ 1
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My city has no boundaries
It travels where its offspring roam
My thoughts now shape what once shaped me
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Old clipper ships and slavery
Are storylines in dusty tomes
A city has no boundaries
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Twin talismans of heraldry
Keep vigil on the Liver domes
My thoughts now shape what once shaped me
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Black buildings grimed by industry
Where streets are streams of rusting chrome
My city has no boundaries
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A boom-time town in ‘sixty three
As frothy as the Mersey foam
My thoughts now shape what once shaped me
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Then shiny times, with poetry:
The Cavern’s worldwide metronome
My city has no boundaries
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Bill Shankly’s lasting legacy
Led to Wembley, Cardiff, Rome
My thoughts now shape what once shaped me
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My heart still beats, though distantly
For that far place I still call home
My city has no boundaries
My thoughts now shape what once shaped me
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