Don´t give me no city, where suited men
bleat,
Don´t give me hard sidewalks, cruel to my
feet,
Only floral-clad fields, where the clover
is sweet.
Don´t give me traffic fumes & noise of
town blare,
Don´t give me the hoards, with look of
vacant stare,
Only the places, where folk are gentle
& so very fair.
Don´t give me bright lights, where neon
blinks & spits,
Don´t give me haunts of garbage, where birds
daily shit,
Only blue & murk free skies, where ebon
starlings gaily flit.
Don´t give me places, where money´s spent &
zilch is lent,
Don´t give me hardened places, where angers
go to vent,
Only where words are of love & are really,
truly meant.
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