Bakersield CA, Lanus Argentina, Kochi India, Belfast IR...
I see what it is like there:
There is color of sorts,
people are busy
and many sit around also,
men fight with women
kids hide from parents,
bosses expect too much,
the food at time gets boring,
some people have checked out
others have laughed it off
and become poets!
oh, and the weather!
I love them all!
Your experience seems to be universal,
why?
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