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Poet in the City


He was just another poet in the city
where people gathered
and the parks looked so very pretty
he saw the poverty and the pain
amongst the alleys and the drains
Where poets walked and buskers played
where tramps and vagrants sleeped and prayed
oh those dready nights and lonesome days
the clock it struck another hour
amidst the city and the lofty towers
the cars and taxi sped to town
with lights ablaze and heads held down
just another day in thi old town
where cats meowed and boozers stared
at barmaids breasts and lusty bares
he heard their rustic soccer chants
the anthems sang and belted out
he saw the shady part of town
where nightime ladies sold their wares
whilst flashy harrys stood and stared
the westend lights and music shows
another season where talents growed
the roadside cafes and bistro halls
the cosmopitian feel and matadors
he dreamt of peace and country life
where awaited cats and lonely wifes

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