The sidewalks in this city are positively filthy,
Trampled over by millions of leather-clad feet.
Some bare feet, too.
Dead flies, dead cigarettes.
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'' Eyes above the grime; / Pretend not to see it because / It’s the only thing that makes us feel better. '' yeah.. how right you're..
Wow. A powerfully written, editorial poem, Cailey. Very nice!
Thank you, Kelly!