How I love the memories
of old Pudsey Town
I used to love market day
Saturday was the best
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change is the abhorrence by nature, ability not to change is inertia we always go for change this is the mixed pickle and tasty one thank u
one of my favorite places became with time also. If it was for the better...... When I go there I feel like crying
markets move on now we go to the malls in my country nice write
A thriving market place turned into a ghost town. Sheer neglect and shift of industries and jobs makes this happen. It is always related to poor planning by town. Nice poem.
Everything changes with the time...Beautiful write. Loved reading it.
nothingness amplified like seashells without sand there never could be a stronger imagery for describing a ghost town! kudos, Dave.
The changing nature of society is found everywhere as austerity tightens all our belts. Only pay day loan company's seem to make money now.