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Although it's still called the Circle Line

From Hammersmith & Town,
the Circle line was born.
A gilded, crowded crown,
a city to adorn.

Yellow, with age and use,
today, it makes the news:
Infinity's unwound,
it no longer goes round.

Encoiled, its extent
is volute. An event:
the Circle line is torn;
a Spiral line is born.

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time_freak
Dec. 14th, 2009 02:41 am (UTC)
Cool poem!
wishus
Dec. 14th, 2009 08:43 am (UTC)
They should have more poems on the underground - I liked them! And open it up for people to send their poems in - this could be on it!
henchminion
Dec. 14th, 2009 07:32 pm (UTC)
Brava! Encore!
printperson
Dec. 15th, 2009 01:47 am (UTC)
Excellent! Your poem got me remembering a song from a Sesame Street record: "Around, around, around, around, over, under, through (repeat once)...Near, far, near, far...Around, around, around, around, over, under, through."
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