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I will not walk these streets again At least until all the chewing gum is lifted Until all the signs are down And the flashing neons die out I cannot take one more hawker One more putrid smell from the grease pit Called a restaurant which wafts itís way into My domain The condoms The needles The filth Have we no shame? Keep me in these verdant green lanes The tall cedars that give me cover The rich smell of the pines The rich smell of the ocean nearby That is where Iíll walk Into the rain Into the wind But at least itís clean
For Terry A.
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