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San Francisco holds spirits Of those unalike Luscious shades of grey, sparkled stone. Mighty bridges greet, A plethora of wonders sweet The smell of hot dogs, crab, Italian meats Countries epitomized on few streets Seven miles of freedom of speech. Creed of liberation To be ourselves, walk with personal strides A passion, a determination In the shadowy depths of a cold sea Lurk mystery. Pigeons coo, expounding over history A pleasure inwardly Lets go to San Francisco- there lies human victory.
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Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 10:55 PM UTC
San Francisco Streets
San Francisco holds spirits Of those unalike Luscious shades of grey, sparkled stone. Mighty bridges greet, A plethora of wonders sweet The smell of hot dogs, crab, Italian meats Countries epitomized on few streets Seven miles of freedom of speech. Creed of liberation To be ourselves, walk with personal strides A passion, a determination In the shadowy depths of a cold sea Lurk mystery. Pigeons coo, expounding over history A pleasure inwardly Lets go to San Francisco- there lies human victory.
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Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 10:55 PM UTC
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