Higgler Poems


Take me to the City

...Morning breaks in the city like a fountain running underground
And the Mayor is nowhere to be found; water is spilling in the air wetting the buildings far and near; the morning is fill with confusi...
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Categories: higgler, age, america, business, city,
Form: Free verse
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Book: Reflection on the Important Things

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