Nighttime souls seek an American venture

Collecting New Orleans’ coveted drunken beads

Standing reverently before a Camelot flame

Engulfing Boston’s chowder and maddening Celtic pride

Riding subways perfumed with global humanity

Rising up the Empire  to weep for the Twin voids

Bearing no more national poignant scenes

Unremarkable mortal shells, again have restored

 

 

 

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