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By Jack Joseph Smith
Streetcorner
Tr didn't ask for anybody to cross my ways ;
or to cross me
Settled at my desk now to make myself deliver
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I am the conscience with drawm
Street gossip,. and sir im the underground
of homes,,
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pass me by,, and hid suey romr-me y Eoké
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Angry and narrow eyed,, the assult of my type
makes life appear only to me
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Il carry crysses and curses row robim
Dawn to dusk I cherish class, but nothing
of what would of beerr
That is dislike and watching t crese)
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‘the departediand the departure
And my aloneness
In: a whisper
That will not wilt) Jan S S\ardr bE,
this esoorstic tHEE
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