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The bay sometimes after the rain clears can Make you smile.Then will you be able to hear my cities cry To be named the city of destiny.  My city cries out Tacoma Washington Pierce county area code two five three. My city says you and I are Irish, russian, polish,and spanish. My city says you and i are  homosexual, bisexual, transexual, lesbian, straight and perhaps homeless.   My city often lets You watch us wear our costumes. our rain jackets are costumes, Some are black, some are  white, and some have knitted desighns of children running home after school gets out.  stitched on their back is a book about what destiny means. English isnt the only language.  In the thick pages my city tells them to rise up against intolerant people, to rise in love and hope that maybe you a stranger to my city understands a few principles my city believes in.  But we arnt strangers because you probably live in my city.  Or I dwell in yours as a proud individual dwells.  If we be strangers then let me take you through my city.  Ill put my arm around your wet shoulder and share my coat with whoever you want to be in our city of destiny.
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Oct 18, 2013
Oct 18, 2013 at 1:55 AM UTC
Tacoma my home our city destiny.
The bay sometimes after the rain clears can Make you smile.Then will you be able to hear my cities cry To be named the city of destiny.  My city cries out Tacoma Washington Pierce county area code two five three. My city says you and I are Irish, russian, polish,and spanish. My city says you and i are  homosexual, bisexual, transexual, lesbian, straight and perhaps homeless.   My city often lets You watch us wear our costumes. our rain jackets are costumes, Some are black, some are  white, and some have knitted desighns of children running home after school gets out.  stitched on their back is a book about what destiny means. English isnt the only language.  In the thick pages my city tells them to rise up against intolerant people, to rise in love and hope that maybe you a stranger to my city understands a few principles my city believes in.  But we arnt strangers because you probably live in my city.  Or I dwell in yours as a proud individual dwells.  If we be strangers then let me take you through my city.  Ill put my arm around your wet shoulder and share my coat with whoever you want to be in our city of destiny.
michael-parish
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Oct 18, 2013
Oct 18, 2013 at 1:55 AM UTC
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