Ours and Theirs:

“Find a place where there’s joy, and the joy will burn out the pain” -John Campbell

Our sweet-safe county haven,      

Their wary; East-End dwell.

Our dormant peaceful streets,   

Their active, buzzing hell.
Red paint, white roses,        

Blood spilt on the floor.        

Neighbourhood watch, events as an community.

Gang culture, smoking teen slaw.
Ours and theirs…

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The deadline is the 20th of November.

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