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By Jack Joseph Smith
Striding without a smoke
Along the much less
than two way drives
One would have to think
Very structural gallant
with gas lantern nights
One felt;
they wanted you to see
the wooden of their insides
Even if you didn't know it
Their was a courage, a respect
For looking back
After all
They just wanted you to know,
what was on their wall
I saw one
chandelier
after another