Summary
It's a shame about Newquay, two faces has she One hewn out of granite and shaped by the sea Her choirs and her chapels still echoing praise In ghostly recall of more dignified days.
It's an old face of character, weathered and lined But, as the sun settles, it's harder to find With darkness, it's vanished like smoke in the air And only a dreamer would know it was there.See the full content of this document
Extract
The Blame Game
And the face that emerges is ugly and brash Flaunting its make- up with...
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