by Jason Walker
Little old Blackburn town like a hive for bees buzzing around with skill “Arte” et labore and creating of life. The thunderous sound of the clogs on the cobbles from the feet of the workers all rushing to weave the cotton in mills puffing smoke up high as the hills touch the sky. The market all buzzing with shouting of wares and the smell of flavours from food fill the air. The ball on the head in net a “roar” a “goal” the mighty blue and white win again. Times are a changing for little old town becoming more modern booming all around.
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