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- Manchester
Buildings of grey on a liquid sky turn the day into night
The bars are filling with fighting Irish – smug young married couples dressing down for the weekend,
Pert shop-girls and typists tip-tapping into blaring dancehalls
Hard-faced villains dressing up for the drinking clubs,
While Suburbia sits watching television.
Bouncers in tuxedos with butterflies round their necks
"Love" tattooed on the right hand and "hate" on the left