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Jun 2022
Everyone in this city looks tired
There's a policeman in white gloves
A whistle clamped tight between his lips
He's not afraid to use it
He is flapping in my direction
I give him an apologetic grimace
For the many crimes I have
Apparently committed and speed off
Through a crowd of tired tokyoites
Joe
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     Stephen E Yocum and vb
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