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  • As many of you may know already, if you’ve read my previous posts, I feel darn chuffin’ lucky to live in this wonderful city of mine, but today, as the summer’s here and the sun’s making everything shine, I feel especially lucky. Inspired by Mary Stebbins Taitt’s Brilliance Afield, I’ve decided to do an acrostic poem this week, with Local Pride shooting right the way through it!

    Monday morning follows the Sunday mourning
    After Saturday’s showdown, bruised and dazed.
    Northern Quarter, Oxford Road, Piccadilly
    Canal Street – all those happening places,
    Hot for hops and hip kids guzzling a good time.
    Everywhere touches the sun, Mancunian history.
    Sometimes yesterday, sometimes yesteryear.
    Today, though, for the people of the People’s City
    Ever in the face of it, bringing a swagger and a smile,
    Reminding God, we’ve got this life thing licked.
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