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    Standing on a corner
    In the middle of the night
    His schizophrenic face
    Shrouded in the smoke
    Rising from the sewers
    Beneath the streets
    Cracked lips surrouded teeth
    Yellow and decayed.

    His schizophrenic face
    Shrouded in the thin haze
    Of hot breath wheezing from
    Dying lungs
    Greasy hair covers
    Wild blood-shot eyes
    Dirty toes poke through
    The ends of weathered
    Combat boots.

    Somewhere in this city
    An old man's all alone
    Standing on a corner
    In the middle of the night.

    Reaching in the pocket
    Of his battered overcoat
    Skeletal hand crucified by arthritis
    Clench a half-filled bottle of
    Fortified wine
    A stream of drool
    Runs from the corner of his mouth.

    Somewhere in this city
    An old man's all alone
    Standing on a corner
    In the middle of the night.

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