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Wind And Rain
Shivering vendors
Setting up in the wind
And the clouds and the rain,
On the street -
On July 1, 2011,
A July first that
Feels like winter,
At best a miserable
Autumn day,
A tough old bastard
Sits outside at a table -
With his coffee,
Mumbling his thoughts
Out loud,
I’m half as old
As this fucking country,
Does that make me ancient
Or the country a baby,
Shit, it probably
Doesn’t mean
Anything at all,
Who in the hell
Would come out to
Buy stuff from crazy
Assholes trying to peddle
Things from leaky tents
In the wind and rain.
Stephen Nesbitt © . |
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