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South Fulton
a darkened street
a strip of cement
the other side of the tracks
over the state line is a whole other way of life
those eyes never cross this way
the nights are all shut down by rot gut whiskey
and cheap beer
the future seems distant to all thoughts
that cross every mind
the offset of a once,prominent town
opera houses cleared over a century ago
survived by pubs and taverns
the youth of this town
find only vandalism, and the altering of their mind-state to be the true ways to pass away
their wasted hours
and this town, my hometown, has forced itself
into my heart
but i hope only for the best for the young
citizens of this town
your boss is leaving south fulton
