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THE POEM

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We hung out

Huddled up in blankets

In the alleys of deepest Chinatown


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Addicted to freedom and the wind

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I taste her on the salt sea breezes

And the tears

As the blizzards come and the rain

Ans she is here

Fierce with pride and our children

( and you are here )

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Lone man

On the bench at the ole train station

Waiting

He been waitin here nigh on 20 years

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My gal!

We are hidden there !

In every image somewhere

In the deepest shadows

And the stars

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