UNITED KINGDOM | Wednesday, 2 November 2011 | Views [213]
A bridge, one of four that crossed some river somewhere, I forget the importance of it but there was a poem about them that I also forgot. Something about running water and bridges. It was pretty rubbish anyways. Here's a poem for you: You shall have a fishy, in a little dishy, you shall have a fishy when da boot comes in.