Gloves, hat and all
Trudging through the snow
In the snowfall.
You are this town
I've got my 20 notes
Clenched in my fist
Queuing for a tilt-a-whirl
That won't be there.
You are this town.
I've hung my coat up
And turned the light off
Eyeballs stare at eyelids
Or at least the back thereof.
You are this town.
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