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The Edgeland #poetry

Another poem about the Edgeland.

The Edgeland

As the towns and cities expand,

so is formed, the edgeland.

This is a place in-between,

unnoticed and hardly seen.


It is a land of decaying concrete,

where town and countryside meet.

Where the outlanders live,

forming a festering ruminative.


It is the land of the sewage farm,

a land, totally lacking in charm.

It serves as a narrow divider,

where lives, the unwanted outsider.


Where they built the tower blocks,

apartments, the size of a matchbox.

Where nature tries to make a return,

to a place of little concern.


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