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Letter: Your Poem: Mersey Bound.

Byline: Bill Backshall,Lydiate

On history's banks waves break homeward bound, To the hearts of a people who's spirit is found To be true when this rivers at neap or at flood, Grant this `Mersey Bound'feeling's time tested for good.

Trace this mystery magic from north to the south, Spans a city that laughs at the On history's banks waves break homeward bound, To the hearts of a people who's spirit is found To be true when this rivers at neap or at flood, Grant this `Mersey Bound'feeling's time tested for good.

Trace this mystery magic from north to the south, Spans a city that laughs at the negative mouth, Judge the strangers' response to the welcome they found Contented the truth is,at their buoyant surround.

Magnetic the `Pool, since there's no breaking free Tramp a road,board a train,canvas passage a sea Still the chains that will bind, tug the heart strings once more negative mouth, Judge the strangers' response to the welcome they found Contented the truth is,at their buoyant surround.

Magnetic the `Pool, since there's no breaking free Tramp a road,board a train,canvas passage a sea Still the chains that will bind, tug the heart strings once more The attraction?,a lodestone by the old Mersey shore Oceans deep blue, vast jungles rain green And deserts of gold grace the world so serene, With their beauty enhanced by the treasure of miles Yet those images fade when this river beguiles The attraction?,a lodestone by the old Mersey shore Oceans deep blue, vast jungles rain green And deserts of gold grace the world so serene, With their beauty enhanced by the treasure of miles Yet those images fade when this river beguiles
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Title Annotation:Letters
Publication:Liverpool Echo (Liverpool, England)
Date:Jul 3, 2003
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