The big city is very
different from home.
Up and down tall
streets I roam.
Some of the people
are really quite strange.
Some messed up, and
whacked out, even deranged.
The deadbeats and
drunks, the penniless and poor,
sit down at the feet
of the bustle and roar.
Seemingly unnoticed
by the higher class.
The ones whom wont
turn their heads as they pass.
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