Made my way over the bridge
Thick with people and their carts
Trying to get in and out of the town
to sell their wares or food
Some bringing corn
bread, butter and honey
I tried to move around them
But the bridge was so narrow
I had to wait as they pushed by
Their eyes to the ground placing foot into step
Some looked curiously into my face
Their expression said they would like to know me better
I struggled to push past eventually
After being observed by half the town's peddlers
Off the bridge I went, now close to riverside
Down there were even more merchants
Coming off the ships with their goods
Grinning with morning optimism
Their eyes mesmerized by the sight of London
They thought it was the strangest thing
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