Grate Expectations
up through the sewer into the street
nice little window
could see what i missed
the bustle of shoed feet
a purposeful din
as they kicked about the puddles
pretty ladies in sequin dresses
constricted by a velvet shawl
at the heel of a good man
a rich one
he kicked me a drink
that was the finest day
of my life
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