looking down at the twisted streets of slate

that ride the open sky

where doors are closed in privacy

avoiding nature's bracing eye

in the yorkshire terrier's spiritual home,

where corner shops survive:

a tiny figure is seen to wind

with solemn step descends to find

a well trod way since but a boy.

Mr Braithwaite as he is known

insisting on the formal tone

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