Pudsey Market Place
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How I love the memories
of old Pudsey Town
I used to love market day
Saturday was the best
I used to buy
records and sheet music
sometimes even a tie
Now it's like a ghost town
walking through the market
torn to pieces all it's character gone
nothingness amplified
like seashells without sand
Shame on the powers that be
for making it like this
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