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City Limits
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Poems An urge to get away.
Disappear.
Leave the City.
The air feels like it’s choking us,
and the frost isn’t feeling to hot!
The city that never sleeps.
A bar that’s always open,
and the car horn that always beeps.
A wish to spread those wings.
Fly.
Find a happier resting place.
Somewhere healthier, with fresh unpolluted air.
A place to feather the nest.
The corner shop selling everything,
Church bells every 15 minutes.
No cues and no fear of waiting.
