A circle of bricks, some with names, sit adjacent to
Orpheum Theatre.
It's a beautiful old building, actually restored and
made a historic site.
Intricate carvings, forming a balcony and ornamental
top on the outside of the building.
Carved faces looking out, laughing, crying, jeering
as people pass by.
Such a beautiful site - too bad it's marred by an
ugly modern city with no archaic class or ambiance
at all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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