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Panhandlers
Soho rain seeps into my soul
8th street gleams its oil slicked grin Drifters, heads, panhandlers, poets pirouette the shining stage and I too their secret choreographer
We’re long past the days of confusing jealousy that crawls across my doorstep
If I ask you nicely would you forget that you know me
Forget that there’s another door that leads you to the underlying fact that maybe it was YOU who held all the cards…
8th street gleams its oil slicked grin Drifters, heads, panhandlers, poets pirouette the shining stage and I too their secret choreographer
We’re long past the days of confusing jealousy that crawls across my doorstep
If I ask you nicely would you forget that you know me
Forget that there’s another door that leads you to the underlying fact that maybe it was YOU who held all the cards…
Published 30th Jun 2019
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