Certainly our city with its byres of poverty down to
The river's edge, its cathedral, its engines, its dogs;
Here is the cosmopolitan cooking
And the light alloys and the glass.
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A hurtful truthful poem whose botanist is surely headed for , if is there. Fortunately its not. So Charles Darwin's natural selection rules.