in this disused, abandoned city;
Sensitive in bicker, senseless in spar,
morning tea with a flurry of activity.
Neither is unkind nor unwelcome,
no longer is each verb a simple noun,
for I won't swallow every phrase, thats as amiss
as reconciliation in this wooden town.
Soon fireworks illuminate the skies,
merry as those dancing people, I exclaim;
for we'll vamoose before day break,
minus denizens on the harlequin frame
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