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Down in the Bad Part of Town
The chalky gray sky
sends its greeting.
There is no sun.
Will you come back?
It's not a bad day---
just a day.
The emergency vehicles
pass again.
"Someone's dying, Lord, kumbayah."
It'll be winter soon.
Will you be here?
You must know:
I understand.
Patience is a virtue;
smoking is a vice.
Such balance in nature.
I guess I know,
but I'm afraid
of being wrong.
I'll learn.
Slow and easy
Hard and fast.
It doesn't matter now.
Oh, well,
we'll manage somehow.
So,
This is 22.
---CCC 10/88