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Poet in the CityHe 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 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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