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Local Poetry
Manchester Boy By Dave Marsh
Bus 57 or 77 to Irlam o'th Height,
Piccadilly, trolley buses,
Memories of delight.
Sunday nights at Cinephone,
Waiting for a train,
Irwell foaming, rising, blowing,
Dancing in the rain.
All changed for the better now,
Maybe yes or no,
But Oh to be a sixties boy
In the Manchester I know.