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poetry
October 2009 
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Posted on Sep 15th, 2009
by 
davie
davie
i got hands in my pockets.
nobody else up cept for the wind and
these crazy glass towers reflecting
the night.
look on a map- Houston.
and on that map you'll see no glass towers.
no me with pocketed hands.
no bum curled up smiling asleep under the bus stop bench.
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