A city on a river
Where cows cuddle up
On common land
Close to old roads
Filled with high end shops
Occasioned by high class people
While the well off Red Brick bred
Rub shoulders with the triers
Taken from state schools
Stunned at the sight
Of themselves
They feel the weight
Of mathematical minds
Whose thoughts flew past
On bicycles
Whose memory
Busies itself still
Running down road
Past field, past cow
Flying across Fen land
So easy, so flat
That it could not hold
Even the most hesitant cyclist
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