The Town Herald

shimmer, shine
gleam and rhyme
your steady hand does hold

whistle and sing
clammer and ring
around your song we're sold

limit and set
keeping the bet
needed by young and old


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warm and wet in summer's bend
when chill air stalks, it meets no end
living on to power and soothe
and when it's done it makes anew
to nourish, to cleanse
for soul and sense
for man and machine alike

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callous me not
for i have fought
for your piece of mind

brasen me gone
i hold you so fond
for your comfort and health

wrapped about
thin or stout
I'm there if you ask it or not

im here
im there
you pay me no mind today

im lost
im frost
you notice me sudden
and wish I was whole once again