False tales of San Francisco
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I've been there
in pictures and video clips
walked those streets
listen to the music
playing through open windows
I wore a flower in my hair
sat on the dock of the bay
I rode the cable car
ate at restaurants
drank in the bars
I became intoxicated
with the atmosphere
and weathered by the day
its a beautiful place
I'd imagine
having visited
through pictures
and video clips
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, it's how I visit a lot of places, it cuts out the middle man. A great write.