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there is a place 
where children grow too fast 
and the elderly are too mad 
where traffic never stops 
unless its jammed 
and people rarely smile 
unless they have cash
there is a place 
that's colorful 
to the eye
...deceitful. 
many come but few stay 
and the ones who do 
grow old this way 
in a place 
where colors 
don't make the sun look bright 
where colors only hide 
the reality of true life.

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