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I walked pass the neighborhood restaurants and saw Americans
browsing on their laptops and having their Saturday evening meals
Some were having a serious chat over dinner
I could see angry faces filled with disappointments and resentments
There is something special about me
I enjoy the city and also relish the country
I like to be in busy places where people are not laid back 
But a little town like this where everyone is peeping around
Is not the place where you would find me hanging around
I rather be in the deep rural country with a big farm
and listen to water gushing from the depths of the river
I like to be around trees  to listen to the rumbling wind
and watch the birds swaying and singing in the breeze
I would like a strong internet connection 
and  to surrounded myself with farm animals
A little shop  in area that is all that matters
The place I would like to be is not  densely populated 
I cherish my freedom and I like to move freely around 
when I take a trip outside of the busy town
I thought deeply about these things as I walk around Vienna town
I stumbled upon the town Library situated in the corner
and  walked  across the street to look at the war memorial heart beat
I looked closely at the  three flags mounted on top of the memorial
and the images of dead men and women marching in the underworld
I placed my cup on-top of the concrete and walked around the circle
Beady lights wrapped tightly around the naked trees
With little energy left inside and no compulsion to shine
They stood solemnly in the park with leafless branches sticking  silently in the air looking at me in a somber mood  reminiscing  the bloody battle
and protecting the holy couple
I have frequently heard that a dead man tells no tale
But the older I become I learn that phrase is not true
Dead men and woman spirits are still alive and they wander
up and down the streets in broad daylight
so be  careful of what you are hanging on the sides
They can sense you, they can feel you and they communicate with you
While I was standing there two young lad gallivanting up and down
the road on their bicycles shouted from the comer of the street
saying these words that hit at the center of my heart beat
"she is everywhere"they did not say it maliciously 
but with some essence of dignity and  curiosity
I left that place and returned home and watched the traffic 
moving up and down in the small knitted town
There wasn't any thing exciting to see around except for darkness
and gloominess around the poorly lit streets and the fading
energy exposed the struggling business industry
Even if those business comes alive there is no one to shop
or bring the town alive if people pockets are empty and they have no money
I kept searching for something happy but still could not find anything
Until I ponced upon a sign that said "Pleasant Street"
I didn't dear to go there because I didn't know what was happening there
so I made my way and hurry back home as darkness thunders down
The street lights were not turned on so I stumbled through the dark
and made my way from Vienna  back to Oakton town
There was nothing to confuse me or nothing to amuse me
But just as I crossed back into Oakton
I saw a big light reflecting on the hill
The Christmas tree depot had a big pot with blazing fire
I crossed over to look at the blazing pot lighting up the dark
I stumbled upon a Lutheran church then crossed back to the
other side of the road,
a woman in a car  carrying two Christmas trees on top 
came out of no where and made a u turn in front of me and drove quickly up the street, then suddenly  "Snow Flakes" come ringing out
 a name that is popular in a distant town
I thought about it on my way back as I hurried along the track
I crossed back to the left side of the street and as I was about
to approach the house a white man dressed in black stood
in the corner of the street  hiding his face 
and texting on his phone in the dark
He had a familiar brown and white  dog
I stood in-front of the dog until he pulled it way
and allowed me to go my way
I went back to my basement and start writing this poem 
Everything was nifty as can be in the nifty town.
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