Stepping on the sidewalk of New York in the Midnight winter tone- Lighting poles dimming the City's Liberty Statue- Around building and street corners Black men murmured- On others corner White men whispered- The cold December winter night bring neighbors Together surrounding the fire burning by- Everyone came in fashion And sty- Ripe old ragged hats Thick coats as bats- And Black and White scarfs wrapping the necks- But - I could still hear the cold-hearts Shivering from the street corners of New York in the December Midnight winter tone.
Reason for writing:
there are homeless people out there. <p>
Birth sign: Scorpio
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