Stripes over balconies
Red
Ham-smelling yet not
Hams
Below
The chameleon street
Strait and common
Through the village
Flows
With people in it:
There
Be the usual cries of
The morning
Preceded by the crowing of the cocks
Emotions as lithe as snakes
Gasp through the hurrying
Feet and crowding.
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