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Somewhere Else #2

Another poem.

A city of twinkling windows
People rushing to go where they’re going
The lights emitting keep everything glowing
A beacon of hope and yet often of crime
The city always stays up past it’s bedtime
A noisy sea of florescent lighting
The inhabitants always incessantly fighting
Noisy neighbors and corner stores
Rickety movie theaters and used dance floors
They try not to wake up those who are sleeping
Those thousands of people curled up weeping
A city whose satisfied people you could count on 10 toes

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