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Uptown is sometimes downtown.
The ups are downs - the downs frowns.
Walk sideways on the city streets.
There feel the pulse beats.
Everyone under the stars of heaven.
Seems to be out at eleven.
Day crowds throng the streets.
Dripping sweat in the summer heat.
Winter finds a sparrow alone.
Picking food from some chicken bone.
Never does the city sleep.
Alarm clocks ring - every second beep.
The market looks up and cheap.
City dancer discovered keeping beat.
This city just never seems to end.
Just walk its streets - you have a friend.
The rats in the sewers know more.
THEY CAME ON SHIPS FROM OTHER SHORES.
from my poem book - DREAMS 2
