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The Streets
“The Streets”
I fell asleep, with nothing to eat.
The streets are thin and bare.
People come and go like winter’s snow.
The drugs everywhere.
The last one hit had a really bad trip,
landed me in jail.
The man with the star, who plays guitar!
Offer me some bail!
What I see still bothers me,
there’s no cure insight.
When you’re on the road, looking for the gold.
Plan on spending a night.
William J. Roney III
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