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Dec 2017
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
He is flapping in my direction
I give an apologetic grimace
For the many crimes I have
Apparently just committed and
Speed off into a crowd of tired tokyoites
Joe
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