End Of The Line

The town beckoned like no other had ever done.
I entered with high hopes of frivolities to come !
An ambiance was present I loathed to recognize.
It was not long before reality ruined all surprise.
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Every way I turned there seemed nothing to do !
Run down facades told of what I uncovered true.
This place had experienced better days long ago.
I sought bed and felt it was wise to pass through.
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Not one street promised anything of any interest.
To raise a smile was a completely impossible test.
I knew it would be a folly to give this place time !
I could confidently classify here as end of the line.