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Quayside Quayside in Chiswick Where the sun makes a rare appearance Her warm presence invigorating happiness Britain-wide She mirrors herself in a pool of algae, green liquid Otherwise known as the Thames. Her reflection? A glint of the nation’s happiness, carpeting the foot of a passing cruiserNow water lapping against the quayside And as the boat glided under the rough steel bridge A reminder of industries past, Of our nation’s heritage. Now the sun tucks herself away among the skyline of West London And the snug trendiness of Barnes fades away. Yet the memory stays Of nothing much else better than being quayside