I used the net to test fond memories and found they came up wanting. With thanks to Daniel Frank for use of the header image.

When I wrote about you
I looked you up on street view
You didn’t look the same
Way more narrow
Houses closer
Not the wide road
Semi detached buildings
With big driveways remembered
Though nothing’s been changed
No rebuilding on industrious scale
Still
My memory stands
I was there then
Street view wasn’t
I know what I saw
With my own eyes
It wasn’t lies
But testimony
To what I said the first time

What I said the the first time: Southern Avenue

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