Describe a drowsy day in Accrington?
Well, the view from my terrace-end window
admits a junction lively with traffic;
the lights change like a fairground's in full flow,
a pallette of particoloured movement
as a profusion of vehicles stops,
patient on red, and restive on amber,
flying through on green to destinations
far and wide (but most nearby, like Burnley,
Blackburn, Rossendale, the ...

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