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Feb 2014
The afternoon was pink roses and damp cement.
First avenue carried breeze with news
Of a man who sang trainsong lament
And old busted body blues.
Another stared as eyes would stray,
Soon after, angry Spanish spoken
A Latina girl ignites the day
All ears that heard, a-smokin’.
The walls were all as nonsense written.
Every broad in town was busy.
I waste away my time just sittin’
Cuz standing makes me dizzy.
The roads were cut, and clean, and scripted
Bumpy, tidy, to and fro.
This is where the legs had drifted
All those words ago.
TG Hinchcliff
Written by
TG Hinchcliff  Weed, CA
(Weed, CA)   
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