a city wearing a turban
is so very really urban:
to and fro,
is walking a bro,
here and there-
a picture of a bear,
up and down,
is dragging a clown,
very fancy,
is a ballet-dancer,
young and strong,
is a man in a sarong,
tender, soft and sweet,
is the lady-greeter,
freezing and bold,
is the cold,
whitened, needle-hating,
is the street rating,
Q and K,
the expired cards of the CTA,
hoping frank,
are the people of every rank

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