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The bridges of Amsterdam shine in Spring,
Down river, wild current churning wide.
Twitching free, a young man slips in,
Along crooked warehouse and factory line.
Trips between buildings, viaduct drift,
Swift dip of huge river’s golden dreams.
Steam engine rolling, thunderous roaring,
Steelworks of old working-life’s gleam. Continue reading