Imagine my shock
When I found that the world
Had closed for a day
Shut like a shell: Shut like a shop
Right up, for a day and a night
My basket useless, my money
Valueless as sugar paper
No shops - no props
The day caves in aboout me dangerously
The street heaves into nightmare
I alone in a dead world
Oh if the street would wake
Into the six mile smile
That sustains me as a prayer
Sustains everybody here
But the world is shut!
There are no props: No open arms
No shops!
Anonymous - Would anyone know the author of this?
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