Hagley Gap
Winding seal, unfeasible hill; Dirt and rock, for my luck I knock. Roofs corrugated, walls brightly decorated; Unfinished stories, hopes of wealth and glory. Honest buildings gaily painted, it’s patrons long time acquainted; Minor doorway barely there, within shelves stocked with wares. Mans face oil creased, leans on wall firewater greased; Hub of the…