My Town
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Sheena Blackhall
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Huge juggernauts of oil ships
Cast garish lights over a black sea
The map of my city has changed
The shoreline bends like an iron bar
To accommodate mighty cruisers
But we live in hope
That the magician of public funding
Will pull a rabbit from the hat.
Without letting the cat out of the bag
We launch bottles stuffed with wishes
Hoping they'll come to land in the Central Belt
The fount of all the treats that go a-begging
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