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San Francisco

My heart was left, or so they say,
In San Francisco by the Bay.
On hills beyond, in valleys low,
Inside its gates, my heart's aglow.

I love the city by the bay.
I go there and I want to stay.
Homes of old and people quaint
Delightfully without restraint.

Streets go up, and down they plunge
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Tuesday, April 12, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: cities,nature,travel
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A favorite place.
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