Brick

Buildings, Poetry

Brick

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If it could speak – it could say so much

forged in a fire – with a merry old band

laid together in a wall, by architects planned

travelling by lorries and sometimes by crane

protector from elements – wind and the rain

together – in union – from pressures you wont fall

unless it from dynamite or a big wrecking ball.

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