I was there the day they said the works would close. Overcast. the day BR Engineering chose; Throwing down the news of death of Swindon pride; Dreaming foreign locos. Ten thousand people cried.
The Good Lord gave us flowers, dragonflies and things; A multitude of colours; petals, feathers, wings; The freshness of a day and the chorus of a dawn;
I've just invented money; Stuff that's hard to see. It's legal and it's tradable, I grow it on a tree! The tree of course is fiction. It's fruit is shiny wrapped. To show the dim investor