Vagabonds, vagrants and vultures
Dust bowl street lines holding dust bowl civilians
Making sounds soon forgotten like the town itself

Silver for sacrifice
On every street corner a wealth of character
Without song or skyscraper to compete

A bye bye in a blink town pass by no stop sign
Blown away with a breath
But no vanity to buy only time to spend

No pay to make or hopes to keep
The whole population gets one forty hour week
But they care they keep they hold to life
And get enough sleep

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