Savannah
Savannah, pretty city of the South
Where I spent half a day of my life
Eating your delicious bread
Mixing the smoke of my pipe
With your warm air
Riding in carts pulled by big ambulatory horses
Pissing in your sewage
And wending even more
Southward
You left behind
A shining point
On the turning trajectory
Of my life
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