Celebrating 50:Vi
If I make awards of the national kind
I pray I do not make them blind
To miss the true entrepneurs we have
The vendors villified in the street
Running from MoBay to city sav
Investing only hope and the dusty feet
These through rain and sleepless
Return again and again. I applaud them
That sort of stones you never called a gem.
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