Halifax crime
Taghar was container of clay
Inside glazed.
Came bike man
Layers of trays on his head
On trays were Taghars
On saddle small pots
Peddled bike
Like Mill-Men of old days
He was clown
Yoghurt in containers; all over
Horse buried head to tail
Group shared
Not alone
"Single", "I"
Now reverse
Work to food to living
All "Single", "I"
Friendship virtual
"Internet"
The kids are dangerous.
What is wrong?
Who is true criminal?
Halifax; Valentine, I cry.
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