streets
the streets got cheap thrills---gutters that drink filth and pain--hustlers to sell dreams to the dreamless-addicts with poison in their veins-children playing deadly games in ghetto hells--throbbing neon makes promises it cannot keep---comes a morning sun with the promise of warmth and hope and the streets are born anew at each am.To have great poets there must be great audiences too.
Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)
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