My odessey is fresh as morning clouds
Hustling and bustling like city crowds
They pass above in an elegant procession
Fluffy and full in no set succession
My steps on the concrete seem to quicken their pace
Or perhaps its my determination shown on my face
Seems as though their amazed by me
And everyone is just rushing to see
Just get a glimpse as I make my way
And before they fade in the heat of the day.
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