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Jun 2013
excuse me I'd say
Im sorry I'd say
trespassing on streets that were 'not my own'
being treated like a second class citizen in a place that I 'thought was mine'
excuse me I'd say
Im sorry I'd say
as travelers, strange men pass me by
with brief cases
and coats
with shiny new buttons

This man
he unravels large sums of money
that mean much more to him then us
counting out the stacks as if there were nothing else in the world

excuse me I'd say
Im sorry I'd say
then again
why should I be apologizing?
no one ever answers
Penny M
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Penny M  S.F.
(S.F.)   
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     Lior Gavra and Lyn Senz
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