Wednesday, July 8, 2009


As I walk the streets in
old poland ohio
I wonder what has taken the place,
of my midnight walker's pace;
has some other
troubled soul
found the kind of solace I did
From streets under the cover of canopy,
and does this walker sigh,
when he sees the moon and the stars
like I never can so close to the city I
live in now

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