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little bohemia. |
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woodtic Member
since 2002-01-06
Posts 87 |
Barrets and bottoms, out to there. Legs, and legs I stop to stare. Floral patterns black and red. Roasting beans assail my head. Java java in my cup a taste of city I do sup. A feral scent creeps up my nose. Wild eyed man in layered cloths goes past my spot as people part, Moses' staff a shopping cart. Vendors hock shinny wares. Beggars plead for ones to care. Tourists amble threw the shops dealers dodge peddle cops. Gritty street oh avenue Back alley beet a rythym cue. Best to finish. on our way. pull up thoughts brace the day. |
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Anniepimm Senior Member
since 2008-12-26
Posts 550England |
Interesting take on tourism Excellent poem.. Very well penned |
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woodtic Member
since 2002-01-06
Posts 87 |
Thank you very much. This is actually a street area where I live. |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Interesting observations, woodtic. Ida |
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woodtic Member
since 2002-01-06
Posts 87 |
I thank you kindly for your observations Ida |
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