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Languor of the mind
I.	My, my, My how times flies.
        Another year has transpired.
        Yet, a City has not been revitalized to the image once defined.
        The crime rate has escalated since 1999.
        Plus, the minds of the people negate refinement.
        Do you hear what I hear?
        A City is dying in iniquity.
        Do you see what I see?
        A City in shackles as mentally incarcerated human beings.

	An Inauspicious approach
II.	I went to sleep on the couch.
        When I woke up, I ask what time is it now.
        It is the sleep I was in that contradicted the housework.
        Where did all this paper come from on my bedroom floor?
        Do you know the score?
        Is this done by someone I know?

III.	A penitent to view 
        They stood behind bars looking out.
        They house was situated at the end of the block.
        The sirens were blasting as loud as blow horns.
        They laugh to themselves for this was a warning of life forthcoming.
        Do you see what I see?
        A City in shackles as mentally incarcerated human beings.
        Do you hear what I hear?
        A City is dying in iniquity.
	
	Ensued precedent
IV.	When I came in 1997, the City was in a hidden culture of turmoil.
        Unpromising and ill-starred was the faces I saw in the crowd.
        The laughter was twigged to their high-quality of life.
        But oh, the City needed revitalizing.
        The unemployment rate was at a national high.
        The dilapidated housing condition was a true ghetto now.
        Black bottom shined in that we had left that period of time.
        Do you see what I see?
        Destiny undefined.
        Do you hear what I hear?
        Humanity laughter lachrymose without a focal point for future growth.
        Do you know the score?
        Iniquity and transgression are entrenched.
        Is this done by someone I know?
        The miens are seen as a desolated City in a manifold.
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Written on December 27, 2015!
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