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Hard Concrete Muffins


Hard Concrete Muffins

 

I always wondered why them urban poets,

seem angry all the time,

Why They shout and scream profanity ,

and can't make nothin' rhyme.

Ten floors up above the streets,

Distractions all arouind,

Trying to craft a rhyme or two,

But I aint got nothing down.

Toronto has it's good points,

The shows and theatres run all night

But  Fior a cowboy from the sagebrush hills,

it aint no place to write.

 

Mike Puhallo

 

 


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