This city I see graffiti from gangs.
Sometimes when I walk, I smell someone
Smoking a joint
With their pit bull in
A collar that has sharp points.
I love this city,
Especially when I hear the ice cream man.
I can feel the condensation when I’m drinking
His coke can.
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