Down Again It’s a quiet night of a rainy September. I got a mind full of stuff that I still remember. The street light floods the black iron gate Some leaves have gathered in a sewer grate. This park’s good for courting tired old men, and looks like I’m gonna be down again. In the shadows is a playground, there’s a swing and slide. They are …
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