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An old town

An Old Town
A tired Old Town.
Rain turns to red slop in the streets,
Grass sprouting through cracks in the sidewalk,
Buildings sag in the towns square,
Black dogs suffered through a summers day,
Bony mules flick flies in the sweltering heat,
Stiff collars wilted by nine in the morning,
An Old Town

7 Nov 17

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