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The scream at night
is muffled twice
into a distant sob
bleak homes etched in sooty light
overlook the rat infested alleys
scavenger cats are on the prowl
where the homeless live and breed
Man with toupee all awry
is pulled by two Yorkies
on a four foot leash
listens to the throb of hard rock
coming from a shabby car
scrawled graffiti
sings a song of hatred
on pock marked walls
And the lonely widow
closes the door with four locks
promptly every morning
to wander who knows where
her face is grayer each hour
her walk is slower by the day
But the nightmare fades
like morning on "
fresh air slakes the thirst
for green foliage and blessed silence
Jack Mashman
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