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You can improve on us what we once were
Ill move naff memories out briefly bask
Its all she seeks I must succinctly ask
You citizen and stranger please concur
Our towns improved on this dot dont you err
Increase of population might just mask
Us strangers still so I darent take to task
Influx of folk the twelve a day or slur
If greater good holds too a greater bad
And good outnumbers bad a ratio run
Your mood in brief is glum at length is glad
Yourself see gorgeous girls add odds of fun
She scarcely ever gets offcolour sick
Prop prime her wellness past a cut or crick
Chorus sick ill feeble