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Here is a poem about my time walking the streets of London. Hope you enjoy!

The streets of London, like a winding maze,

 where magic and madness all seems to haze.

 Be sure to drop by for some afternoon tea, 

something lovely in London, to go to and see. 

Where buildings from centuries far long ago,

 where the paths are lined with shops going up and down in rows. 

The double decker buses, and telephone booths, 

Each landmark is iconic, all telling different truths.

Historical colleges, you surely must see,

 rightfully famous, each college unique.

Old buildings remade, into attractions for you, 

there is truly no limit to the things you may do. 

Where fashion meets vintage, both luxury and old, 

where structures hold memories and stories well told. 

Walking down paths, from decades before, 

reliving history, through chatting and stores.

From the Covent gardens, to Oxford street,

 to Trafalgar Square, to the people you’d meet.

 An icon of tradition, for memories and songs, 

the cobbled streets of London will surely live on.