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Mar 2014
This city breathes the blues
buried just under the skin
in the memory of cleaners
and slaughter

Here the gospel travels
from mouth to heart
and it offers comfort
as by-catch of the bottle

The center as a pacemaker
in an old and worn out body
is waiting for the final lines
from a song by Muddy Waters

"You ain't gonna trouble
poor me, anymore "
My translation fronm the Dutch
Wouter
Written by
Wouter  Den Haag, Netherlands
(Den Haag, Netherlands)   
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