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Dead Fish in the Street
Little dead fish shining in the morning sun
Everywhere filth and stench, glasses, a shoe
A sodden large-print bible in the muck
A welcome mat in the middle of the street
A woman’s purse without any I.D.
Other than a picture of a little boy
Happy and proud in his baseball uniform
An electrical line down – is it live?
Broken furniture and toys, and broken lives
A street of dreams, dreams swept away and smashed
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