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street talking
long time walking,
rhythm crosses rhyme
when
a sweet deep eyed woman
bleeds
her beatnik tries
below hippie skies
and dares to sigh
no longer
where the beat of wind
is the music of sin
when she is old
so,
is she young again
before wintertime blues
sings a girl’s
summertime cries
and just below
those white bird skies
street talking
long time walking
- jude
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