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The Market-Frankford Line

Down the street, some cigarettes, a soda bottle, raisenettes; Up the stairs, a sticky floor, before the Market-Frankford door; Last inside, the beggar man, please spare a dollar if you can; Wedged behind, an old receipt, please get yourself a thing to eat; Look outside, the evening sky, the mottled buildings passing by; Sitting on, a windowsill, a cat is staring staying still; Down the stairs, a sticky floor, beyond the Market-Frankford door; Up the street, some cigarettes, a soda bottle, raisenettes.

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Date: 2/24/2020 2:49:00 PM
Solid symmetry
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Date: 2/5/2020 11:06:00 PM
I love the imagery in this vivid portrait of eclectic city life!
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Robert Allen
Date: 2/6/2020 4:33:00 PM
Thank you!