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Composed while driving along Rooley Lane, Bradford.

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Bradford’s broken blacktop bumps brutal beneath my wheels.

But cracks and chasms in each road won’t dampen the good feels.

For rising from the pavements, thrusting high into the sky,

LED signs proudly shout the news to all who pass them by.

That we have been chosen, a choice to help us thrive,

‘Cos Yorkshire born and Bradford bred,

We’re your City of Culture,

Today, tomorrow, always

And especially in ’25.

We cruise our beaten blacktops,

Into the rising sun,

Towards our collective future, brighter now

For every Bradfordian.

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