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Song On ,Manhattan- August 2003
by Paul Francis Mc Cann

Thursday, August 14, 2003

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Where the buskers sing in the darkness Manhattan puts on a show ,
The subways quiet and there’s hesitation there where ever you go.
Happy is the busker content with the watchers there who applaud ,
Krishna’s arrive on cue asking people what colour is God .
As far as I see God is free to be any colour you like .
The busker in deep inner space has no need to plug in his mic .
He is in a New York State of mind hooked up on flower power .
The subway is full of people and it’s now even the rush hour .
Tourists stand by scratching bristles on the end of their open jaw .
The busker sings a song about a man with the cold steel claw .
Its Manhattan shut down . Daily life skids into Helter Skelter .
Dancing on yellow taxis , the massive crowd all run for shelter .
On the sidewalks of Manhattan life falls through the cracks of the kerbs
The sky is black but somewhere out there life stirs out in the suburbs.
It is August and September is just around the corner there .
The busker sings on a dark corner but does anybody care ?

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Reviewed by A PAX 8/18/2003
This latin born in Manhattan applaudes you!
Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner 8/15/2003

i've always wanted to go to manhattan, have never made it--YET

you carried me there with this beautifully written write and pic calls me

(((HUGS))) and love,

karla. :)
Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 8/15/2003
cool write, paul; thanks for sharing! are you in the dark??? :D i was on monday, for about 3 hours, thanks to some vicious thunderstorms that rolled through burleson, texas, where i live! :( (((HUGS))) and love, your friend, karen lynn in texas. good write, by the by!
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