STRANGE
The city is strange,
Narrow crowded streets,
High towers and mansons,
Here danger lies in traffic
At the same time from strange persons,
Strange conditions full of dirt and mosquitoes,
Suffocating air,
Man has no relation with man,
Useless business and race,
Illness every where
It is very strange that we call this place city
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